PAST AND PRESENTA Chapter by Georgina V SollyChapter 1 PAST AND PRESENT
Briony Tello got out of bed,
looked out of the window, didn’t like what she saw, and went to have a shower.
Her two sons, Michael and James, had already had breakfast and gone to school
and college. The three had lived alone in the flat since the head of the family
had left the year before. There had been no note and no sign of where he might
have gone. In that year they had spent a lot of time talking about why he would
have gone, without ever arriving at a conclusion. Briony had the very typical
life of home to office and office to home. In order to break the monotony, she
sometimes changed the shopping days with the laundry days, just to do something
a little different. The walk to work was the same every day and so was the
greeting of John, who worked with her. “Hello. Like a coffee?” “Thanks,” Briony looked around her,
and asked, “Are we the only ones to have come in?” “We’re the only ones so far,”
pushing his chair closer to Briony’s. Their workmates entered the large
spacious office, and sat down at desks like Briony’s and John’s, which held
computers. They were all employed by a marketing company and it was the most
monotonous job imaginable. After an hour, Briony got up and rubbed her aching
neck and back. At lunchtime everyone’s timetable
was different, and Briony preferred that, as it meant she didn’t have to listen
to or answer questions about Jasper’s disappearance, she had lunch in a café,
and then went for a stroll around the nearest department store. All of a sudden
she felt someone’s eyes on her. She looked up carefully, and saw a man staring
at her. Without a second thought, she turned round, and made for an escalator
and the exit. In order to make sure she was safe, she returned to the office by
a different route. Back at the office the boring work
carried on. Halfway through the afternoon, John walked over to Briony’s desk,
and said, “There’s a pre-wedding party for Paul in ‘The Flowering Cherry’,
would you like to come?” “Who’s paying?” “Paul is,” John said. “OK, then. I’ll come.”
When Briony got home she went
straight to her bedroom and changed from her office clothes and put on a track
suit, and went into the kitchen to get supper ready for the three of them. The
evening meal was the only time of the day that she and her sons were together
to talk, exchange news, ideas. That was the moment she missed Jasper most. When they had just about finished
eating, the doorbell rang. Michael went and opened it. “Mum, there are two
policemen at the door who want to speak to you.” Briony and the two policemen went
into the living-room, and Briony asked them what they wanted to say. The older of the two said, “Mrs
Tello, we’ve been informed that your husband, Jasper Tello, is in hospital up
in the mountains. He was involved in a serious car crash. You were named as his
next of kin, and the hospital sent us your name and address.” “How did the car crash happen?”
Briony asked them. “The vehicle skidded on the icy
road and went into a tree. He’s now in “Was he alone in the car?” Briony
asked them. “I’m afraid we know nothing about
anyone else being in the car. If you’re thinking of travelling up there, you’d
be best to go prepared with the correct tyres on the car, warm clothes, a
thermos of a hot drink, and sandwiches. All these things are not much, but if
you get stuck in the car, then you’ll be grateful for sustenance.” “Thank you both for coming round
to inform me. Now, I’d better go and tell my sons about the accident their
father has suffered. Good night.” “Goodnight, Ma’am, and go
carefully on the icy roads - if you go.” Briony went back to the kitchen
and told the boys everything the policemen had told her. “The hospital is in a
mountain village with difficult access. You know I don’t like travelling by car
very much, but before I leave, I’ll make sure there’s enough food for you both
while I’m away. By the way, I’d prefer you to stay at home, please, and I’ll ring
you every day.” Then, when the boys had gone to
bed, she rang the hospital where Jasper had been admitted. A woman’s voice
answered, “Good evening, Briony said, “Good evening. I’ve
been informed by the police that my husband, Jasper Tello, is a patient in your
hospital, and I’d like to know how he is, please.” “He’s fine, and is sleeping at the
moment.” “Thank you. Goodnight,” Briony
rang off.
Inside her bedroom, Briony began
packing her suitcase for the next five days. Her head was full of images from
the past shared with Jasper, from when they met to the day he left. Once she
realized he had gone for good, she and the boys had carried out a complete
overhaul of the flat, making it unrecognizable for Jasper - should he decide to
return. That night it proved hard for
Briony to fall asleep. It was no use counting sheep or any other animal. She
didn’t want to take a sleeping tablet, so went into the kitchen, heated up some
milk with honey, and sat at the kitchen table with her head in her hands. James had heard her get out of bed
and had followed her into the kitchen, and said, “I’ll come with you to keep
you company. I don’t understand why you are travelling so far to see the man
who walked out on us.” Briony turned to her son, and
said, “James, I’m not going for him. I’m doing this for myself.”
Briony didn’t like travelling by
car but she had no alternative. The morning following the visit from the police,
Briony rang the office and spoke to John. “Hello, John, could you do me a
favour, please?” “Yes, of course, what can I do for
you?” “Could you tell the boss I’ve had
to go north where Jasper has been in a car crash?” “Where is he right now?” “He’s in a hospital called “Do you think you’ll have him
back?” John asked her. “I shouldn’t think so, not after
he left us as he did.” “Don’t worry, I’ll tell the boss.
Have you any idea when you’ll be back?” “I’m not sure, but I suppose a
week at the most.” “Bye, Gorgeous. The office won’t
be the same without you.”
Briony tidied up the flat a bit,
and then began to get ready for the long car journey. She put on her long dark
winter coat and boots, grabbed her suitcase, and hesitated a short moment
before opening the front door to her flat and leaving. She took the lift down
to the garage in the basement, where she got inside her car. It was the last
thing she wanted to do, and she felt trapped behind the steering-wheel, when what
she really desired, was to get out and forget all about it. She drove out of the garage into a
smelly blue grey haze of car fumes. The traffic was barely moving, and to add
to that, there was a group of teenage boys running in between the vehicles and
banging on the windscreens. That added misery to the slow moving long line of
cars, which forced the drivers to hit their horns. The noise was infernal. The
traffic police were not in any hurry to get the traffic moving till they wanted
it to. Therefore one side of the road was cleared while the traffic was building
up on the other side. The situation was worse than desperate for those waiting
to move forward. The sound of a police helicopter
was heard by everyone, even inside their cars, and even by the police. The hope
felt by the drivers disappeared when the helicopter disappeared in another
direction. Briony was well and truly fed up, and opened the glove compartment
and found sweets and gum. The act of chewing the gum was a distraction, and
thus occupied, continued on her way as the cars in front of her began to move. The traffic began to thin out and
there was more space between the cars, and Briony was less tensed up. From time
to time the helicopter made another swoop over the traffic. At times it flew so
low it was possible to see the pilots inside. The queues at the toll-gate to
enter the motorway weren’t as slow as they could have been with the heavy
traffic, and soon Briony paid up, and passed through onto a better and faster
road. As she set out on the motorway,
she wondered what she would find at the end of her journey. © 2015 Georgina V Solly |
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Added on October 18, 2015 Last Updated on October 25, 2015 AuthorGeorgina V SollyValencia, SpainAboutFirst of all, I write to entertain myself and hope people who read my stories are also entertained. I do appreciate your loyalty very much. more..Writing
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