CHRISTMAS LINDA TRILOGY
Snow spattered, unseen, against the steamy glass As the train rattled out of the station It was a fairly crowded train, but not full With weary shoppers, shopping bags bursting
I found myself stranded in a strange town With less than a week to go before Christmas Stranded two hundred miles from home With a seriously ill car in the garage And a lack of will to contemplate a train journey.
Christmas Eve It was Christmas Eve and the house was decorated for the season A large fresh cut tree stood in the corner and perfumed the room
Outside in the winter night, snow spattered, unseen, against the other side of the steamy glass, glass which reflected back images like mirrors against the dark beyond.
51-year-old Paul Hartley found himself stranded in a strange town with less than a week to go before Christmas. Although to be fair an unfamiliar town would have been a more accurate description, but nonetheless he was stranded almost a hundred miles from home in Abbeyvale, with a seriously sick car in the garage and a distinct lack of will to contemplate traveling home to the north by train.
Paul walked into the hotel bar at 7 o’clock, an hour early, partly for some Dutch courage and in part because he had run out of things to do so he ordered a drink and then sat at the bar. Even though he wasn’t expecting her until eight, every time the door opened he turned to look for her and when it wasn’t her his self-doubt crept in, and with every false alarm the doubts got worse, what if she doesn’t come? What if she changed her mind? What if she never intended to come? What if? What if? What if?
It was Christmas Eve and the Hartley household in the village of Clerembeax St Giles was decorated for the season. A large fresh cut tree stood in the corner, perfuming the room and was festooned by a myriad of assorted baubles, ornaments, tinsel and lights.