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|A Suspicious Couple. (standard:mystery, 3025 words)|
|Author: meg malpas||Added: Jan 26 2009||Views/Reads: 2496/1172||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|On a short trip from various parts of the U.K.to Paris people start to loose money and travellers cheques. As they cross the english channel on a ferry and as their coach speeds through the french countryside two people start to engratiate themselves with|
A Strange Couple. It was the moist reds of the Summer Fruit Pudding that caught my eye. A single portion pudding, the size of an individual steak and kidney pudding you might buy in a chip shop. He sat, the man at the next table to us, eating his main course and this dessert awaited him and the lady beside him had a piece of cheesecake awaiting her. It struck me that they looked as different from each other as their chosen sweets. We were aboard a ferry travelling from Dover to Calais. We are my youngest daughter and myself. My husband and I have four daughters, three of whom are in their 20's and have flown or semi-flown the nest. Julia the youngest at just 16 was about to sit GCSE in French. "It would be good to practise your French." I had persuaded her, "if we had a few days in France." So we embarked on a four-day coach trip to Paris. My ulterior motive was to rest my weary feet from the pacing of the orthopaedic ward of our local hospital. After over thirty years of nursing my retirement was looming on the horizon yet still a long two years away. After an early morning start from our home on the East Coast of England our coach had brought us to the south coast for lunch time and we had already eaten before boarding. Now as the ferry pulled away we sat at a table in the self-service café with just a drink and talked about what we might see in Paris. As we chatted I watched the intriguing couple over Julia's shoulder. The man looked very much like Phil Collins, if a little chubbier and I started to picture him sat behind a set of drums and singing. His partner looked like Nicole Kidman. She was much taller than him and her light copper hair, though half clipped up at the back of her head, fell in abundant curls down the front of her bright red sweater. Her outfit of a pencil-slim grey cotton skirt and crisp white blouse, brought to life by the red V-Neck sweater, made her appear more like someone's secretary than a film star. Yet she had a presence about her just as I always think Nicole Kidman has. They didn't talk much. Just those short clipped phrases that you hear between two people who know each other well. In my presumptuous way I had already assumed that they had been married for years. I guessed that if he had a taste for Summer Fruit Pudding they probably didn't have four children to run around after, as this is a dessert that needs to be eaten slowly and digested over time. Maybe they didn't have any children at all and that is why they were able, in probably their late thirties, to enjoy a romantic trip to Paris. More suppositions would have followed had Julia not been anxious to explore the ferry. This was Julia's first time on a ferry so I reluctantly joined her as she ventured up to the top deck to wave goodbye to the beautiful white cliffs of Dover. We were blown about so much that we headed for the ladies to tidy up. There I saw the tall, beautiful redhead again. While tidying my hair in front of the mirror I could see "Nicole" running her fingers through a wallet in my peripheral vision. She then dropped it back into a large black handbag and began to wash her hands. As I watched her walk I was reminded of a theory I have that very tall people have a walk of their own. Similar to a graceful horse they seem to bend the knee more then the rest of us and pick up the foot and put it down so gracefully. Is it my imagination or do the bones in the lower leg curve more in tall people? A typical observation for an off-duty orthopaedic nurse. Sixty minutes later as the ferry neared Calais we tore ourselves away from the many on-board shops and headed down a central staircase to rejoin our coach. As we settled back into our coach seats I noticed the same couple coming up the coach. Not realising before that they had been on the same coach, I now started to take even more notice of them. They chatted and smiled to people they passed on their way to the rear of the coach. She, I heard, had a Scottish accent and sounded more like she was from Edinburgh rather than Glasgow. He hardly spoke and only smiled as we made eye contact as they passed our seats. Was it my imagination or was it a black handbag I had seen in the ladies because now she carried a small white one. It hung from a long strap over her shoulder and it matched perfectly the "strappy", white sandals she was wearing. Our coach left the ferry and headed into France as I turned to mention the bag to Julia only to find she had put on her headphones. I Click here to read the rest of this story (184 more lines)
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