4A Chapter by Paul Bell13 She’d been lying to her mum for months now. He was an international lawyer. Her mother had told anyone who would listen. My Francesca is going out with an international lawyer. Morgan watched her. He guessed it was time to produce the lawyer. Her brother was getting married. They were all looking forward to meeting him. He felt for her. The bubbly girl had dug a deep hole for herself. She brought his coffee over and sat down beside him. I’ve done something really bad. You have. Yes, I invented a relationship so my mum would think I was doing okay. You mean you lied to your mum. I did it with good intentions. Well then, what mummy doesn’t know, won’t hurt her. It will if I don’t turn up to my brothers' wedding with some man. My life just won’t be worth living. Would you like me to go with you? (Did he actually say that.) Would you do that for me? Well, I do have time to spare. Could you pretend you’re an international lawyer? You are in deep, aren’t you? 14 It was arranged. They would fly to Milan on Friday morning. Francesca had argued her case. She would pay for everything. He told her an international lawyer would never allow this. She was sure he was enjoying this just a bit too much, but she wasn’t really in a position to complain about it. 15 He turned up in a bright red E type Jag. Looking every part the international lawyer. Even dressing like an Italian. She was duly impressed. Even if she was living a lie. She realised this heading out to the airport. The sun was shining, and all in the world should have been great. But she knew nothing about this man. Yet she was going to spend the whole weekend lying about him. The radio broke her silence. ‘Someone saved my life tonight.’ At that point in time, Elton was surely singing to her. The airport was in view, and she was trying to be sophisticated. Francesca the seasoned traveler. Are we traveling first class, she asked. I suppose in a way, we are. He lifted the car phone and spoke in English. She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but they appeared to be passing the airport. I think you just passed the airport, it’s that big thing back there, full of planes. That’s for the tourists, international lawyers use the north gate. Swear to god, if he says international lawyer one more time, she would swing for him. They reached the north gate, where security waved them through, stopping beside the private plane waiting for them. Is that plane for us. Is there like other passengers going with us. No, International lawyers like to fly alone in private jets. The punch missed, but he got the gist, even if he was laughing. © 2019 Paul BellReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 27, 2018 Last Updated on January 14, 2019 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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