Thursday 30 April 2015

The Toy Boy

This can be a stand alone story or it is a what happened next story. For the previous instalment click here
For audio click here.

Bethan stirred her coffee again, she didn't know why, the sugar had long since dissolved. But she needed to do something with her hands. She probably wouldn't even drink the coffee, the smell was making her feel a little sick, that happened a lot these days. She was aware of the waiter loitering around her and had a sense of Deja vu. Only this waiter paid her no need, he wasn't interested in a 'old' woman like her.
She thought back to that holiday, that waiter, that walk. Only a year ago but it seemed like a lifetime away. She’d doubted it at the time, but she really had discovered herself, discovered that she had a wicked side dying to get out. She'd gone on holiday as Adele and come back as Pink. She'd gone from trying to find someone like you to getting the party started. She'd given up chasing pavements and got herself a brand new attitude.
The first thing she did when she’d got home was to dump the loser, leave him to his wife. If he didn't have the balls to leave her, then he didn't deserve the new Bethan. And even if he did  leave his wife  
then he didn't deserve the new Bethan either. Of course he'd begged her to reconsider, but she went all Gloria Gaynor on his ass. She even went so far as making him leave his key.
After that she'd started seeing other men, but she had one man on her mind, those eyes, that smile.
Why the hell not she thought to herself as she got her phone out and texted Adin, the waiter from the holiday. Was she being foolish? Was she being a stupid girl? She didn't care.  This was the new Bethan.  To her great relief he texted back.  Texts, became Skypes, Skypes became calls. Calls became flights and now she was stirring coffee in a café with the waiter buzzing around her. 

She tried to smile, but the smile that had lived on her face for the last few months had taken a break, was having a KitKat. The door tinged open, Bethan looked up from her coffee as she had done each time the bell had rung for the last 50 minutes. She saw his lovely face but where was his smile? The clock ticked loudly, she felt like she was a contestant awaiting her fate on X Factor.  She couldn’t bear the tension, she felt tears welling in her eyes. Finally Adin smiled and produced the paper from behind his back. He’d got it, he’d got his work visa, he could stay in the UK. She felt relief flood through her body.  Bethan jumped to her feet and hugged her toy boy.

1 comment:

  1. Energy of joy fills my heart and a smile appeares on my face.
    Thank you, Gareth !

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