Coit Tower Mishap

Sarah Catherine Bellham is strong spirited and takes life very seriously.Vincent Abraham Pal is ruthless, rude and a rascal.What happens when these two are forced into a relationship?Will they get out of it together or will they destroy each other?

Vince POV

 

CoitTower.

That’s where I found myself with Jerry as my guide.

 

CoitTower sits atop Telegraph Hill, looming over the eastern side of San Francisco with its almost regal presence. It serves as a directional marker for people lost in the mazes of city streets, but with its rich history and its excellent viewpoint, CoitTower offers much more than just a way to find out where you are in the city.

Because of heavy traffic in the area, the best way to get up to CoitTower is to walk through the energetic streets of NorthBeach to Filbert Street. The hill is one of the steepest short distances in San Francisco, but the street has steps to make the trek a little bit easier.

Once we reached the base of CoitTower, I could see that the structure affords a three hundred and sixty degree view of the city. Unobstructed by taller buildings as a result of a city ordinance, from there too you get a view of both the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge with a picturesque look at the bay between them. Walking around to the other side of CoitTower, we can see the peak of the TransamericaBuilding, the beauty of the cityscape and the curves of Lombard Street.

 

“This small circular building is where the true history of the area can be seen.” Jerry said.

 

“CoitTower was constructed in 1933 at the request of Lillie Hitchcock Coit.”, he continued.

 

“This interesting woman was a volunteer firefighter who rode along with the firemen of her day, often to the chagrin of those who may have found such behavior unladylike during her era.” I smiled imagining what a bold and strong-willed woman she would have been never caring what the society said. Jerry stopped and gave me a skeptical look.

 

“Nothing.” I said, “Carry on!”

He shrugged and started again.

 

“Ignoring those people, Ms. Coit lived a dynamic life. She was allowed her eccentricities in part because she had the money to live as she pleased. She donated much of that money to assisting the firefighters in the city. She also donated the money to build CoitTower in the interest of both honoring the firefighters and creating a beautiful spot for viewing the city she loved.”

 

“What truly lets you see the history of the area is the set of murals within the walls of the tower. Completed over seventy years ago by the hands of over twenty five local artists, these murals depict the scenes of daily life in San Francisco from the perspective of different neighborhoods in this diverse city.”, he said.

 

“Upon leaving CoitTower, we can walk down the eastern steps which are covered in lush vegetation. On a quiet day, we can listen for the calls of the famous Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill, a set of beautiful birds who make their home in the area.”

 

That’s when, it happened.

 

One second I was standing and in the blink of an eye I was suddenly knocked onto the floor and a huge weight settled on me making it  difficult for me to breath.

 

There was a huge leg across my neck pinning my head down. It hurt like hell, I didn’t open my eyes scared maybe I seriously had died and gone to hell.

I heard someone shuffling and muttering around me.

 

“Damn!”

“S**t!”

“What the hell!”

 

“You!”

I heard Jerry and someone - a woman say at the same time.

 

I heard someone slapping someone continuously twice, each one followed by Jerry’s “Ow! Ow!”

No doubt Jerry is shouting in pain, because just the sound of the slap was thunderous.

 

Then I heard Jerry shouting.

“Aaaah! Aaaah!”

 

I cringed and opened my eyes.

I swear I saw an angel!

Who else could it be?

She was the same angel I had seen at the airport.

But do all angels live upside down or is it just my angel?

That’s what she was doing.

Her brow was furrowed in worry. Was it for me?

 

“Are you alright?” she asked.

 

Yes! That was for me. The same honey dipped voice.

Ah! I am in heaven and my angel is here.

I smiled.

She sighed in relief and then was out of my view.

Then I heard her saying, “Come on Annie. Stop it. He’ll turn bald. Are you planning to kill him or what? Come on. Lets go.”

 

I heard another slap followed by the word “Pervert”.

I am sure everyone understood who slapped whom by now.

Come on! Even I could guess from my awkward position.

Ok! Whatever, Jerry was slapped by ‘Annie’.

The weight on my neck lifted and my head was free. I lifted my head to see what it was that was still keeping me pinned to the floor.

 

Jerry was sprawled across the top of me with his head in his hands, obviously in pain.

 

Author's Note

CHeck out the photographs of the characters of my story 'HEART'S UNSPOKEN WISH' at the following link.
More to be updated soon.
http://s570.photobucket.com/albums/ss150/slendersmile/HUW/

Reviews

[Taylor H]

there were some paraghraph problems and spacing problems but other then that great chapter

[Bud]

I agree with Kelly...This is getting better and better as it comes along! Great write, as usual, Slender! I still think the pics are great, as well. Keep up the Fantastic work!

[Kelley]

See I missed your writing while I was away.
This is getting better page by page, great
write , great pics.

Kelley

[Ellen Hammond]

Wow! I checked out your pics. They are all awesome!