Millie bent down and absentmindedly picked up one of the red-topped gossip papers. The front cover featured a picture of American Socialite ‘Lucy Bessington’ captured in a rather unflattering pose. She was getting out of the back of a car, a carefully positioned black star over her crotch showed her to be ‘commando’, her pupils were dilated and she seemed to have a copious amount of white powder around her nose.
“Juicy Lucy the Junkie”. Oh Lucy what would your Daddy say?
Hating the part of herself that loved this scandalous dirt, she thanked God that she wasn’t Lucy Bessington this morning yet found herself unable to stop the side of her that loved this salacious crap and folded the magazine under her arm to enjoy later.
She shopped for bread, sausages, bacon, eggs and tomatoes, also grabbing some black pudding…. she was a Northerner after all!
Once she had another carton of milk and a carton of fresh orange juice, with bits, she was ready to rock and roll. Laden down with cheap carrier bags Millie made her way out of the store as she began to cross the road. As she reached the middle of the street the car that had been idling across the road roared into life and sped towards her.
Momentarily Millie stood transfixed, like a rabbit in the spotlight, as the car shot towards her. Strangely, she focused on the driver, female, dressed in a black suit, the face obscured by shadow.
“Thump.” Millie was hit at full force, her hands opened, the bags holding her groceries tearing open, their contents spilling and exploding. Millie lay there at the side of the road, bruised, battered but alive. Mr Aziz lay beside her.
“You saved my life”. Millie grabbed Mr Aziz, tears in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you”.
Mr Aziz smiled. “Are you ok? Thank God I was outside putting out the papers. I saw the car coming, there was only one thing I could do.”
Mr Aziz had leapt into the road, pushing Millie out of harms way, avoiding being hit by the car himself by a hairs breadth. “Mr Aziz you saved my life……thankyou.” Mille and her saviour got to their feet and stood as a small crowd of passers by assembled to see if they were ok.
“Juicy Lucy the Junkie”. Oh Lucy what would your Daddy say?
Hating the part of herself that loved this scandalous dirt, she thanked God that she wasn’t Lucy Bessington this morning yet found herself unable to stop the side of her that loved this salacious crap and folded the magazine under her arm to enjoy later.
She shopped for bread, sausages, bacon, eggs and tomatoes, also grabbing some black pudding…. she was a Northerner after all!
Once she had another carton of milk and a carton of fresh orange juice, with bits, she was ready to rock and roll. Laden down with cheap carrier bags Millie made her way out of the store as she began to cross the road. As she reached the middle of the street the car that had been idling across the road roared into life and sped towards her.
Momentarily Millie stood transfixed, like a rabbit in the spotlight, as the car shot towards her. Strangely, she focused on the driver, female, dressed in a black suit, the face obscured by shadow.
“Thump.” Millie was hit at full force, her hands opened, the bags holding her groceries tearing open, their contents spilling and exploding. Millie lay there at the side of the road, bruised, battered but alive. Mr Aziz lay beside her.
“You saved my life”. Millie grabbed Mr Aziz, tears in her eyes. “Thank you, thank you”.
Mr Aziz smiled. “Are you ok? Thank God I was outside putting out the papers. I saw the car coming, there was only one thing I could do.”
Mr Aziz had leapt into the road, pushing Millie out of harms way, avoiding being hit by the car himself by a hairs breadth. “Mr Aziz you saved my life……thankyou.” Mille and her saviour got to their feet and stood as a small crowd of passers by assembled to see if they were ok.
2 comments:
HELP - WHAT'S HAPEENNED TO MILLIE
good on ya mr aziz
we cant have the chicks without millie marsters
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