Daydreaming

A Story by Rose

I wrote this a while ago when I was inspired by multiple photographs of London, England. If you are a fan of the BBC Sherlock series, you will understand my final reference;)

A poster on my wall depicts a scene of present day London, England. The cars and cabs and double-decker busses speeding by as the sun sets and night starts to begin. Pedestrians, either walking to the late shift or from the afternoon shift strut with the utmost proper posture. They’re the average working class in London. Each of them has a story; each of them has a life. The woman with the French twist might’ve had a family, three kids; two boys and a daughter. Her husband is at war, she walks with pride and good stance, but is followed by a feeling of fear. That fear chases her to and from work, if she stops working and walking and holding her head up high, she may never see her husband. She doesn’t want to jinx her situation.

What about the man on the opposite end of the road? He seems like a well fed, good natured guy, but everyone has their secrets. What if he lost all of his parents’ money with a gambling addiction? His parents never found out though, he decided to go with their wishes for his marriage and married the biggest billionaire in town’s daughter. She is good to him, their kids are wonderful, his parents are happy and never knew about the missing money because a wedding and grandchildren so soon and close in proximity left them oblivious. Until now. His pleasant smile and jolly belly aren’t the only things he will lose when he gets home, his wife is crying at the marble kitchen counter over an email from her father-in-law. He doesn’t know that his children will no longer be legally his children. The only way he could be associated with the children is by his last name.

What about that man, the one with the curly dark hair and long trench coat? Not your average London citizen. He seems as if he stumbled out of a storybook and got a perm on the way. His coat was one that a storyteller would dress his protagonist in; he is underestimated and doubted, but in the end his brains overrule the expectations and the viewer is satisfied. His companion beside him rolled out of bed and threw on a sweater and cargo jeans. He looks like the normal one in the friendship, the superglue that ties them into a category of friends rather than something more. He is married and has a child. A beautiful girl destined to grow up to be thoughtful and humble before anything else. The navy coated brainy man walks with a long step and the short companion with a growing family walks in faster paced footsteps to catch up.

So many faces, so many things. Speeding cars, cabs, double-decker busses, trains going somewhere in a blurring rage. Photos like this belong somewhere more special than my wall, so that more than just me, can see the many hidden treasures and secrets in every single one of them all.