Sara Meets John

Chapter 1

She took hold of his long leg; “please don’t go” she sighed. “Ok” he said, as he lowered his hand and stroked her face. “I’ll miss you too much” Sara pulled a funny face. John smiled at her “I’ll stay a few more hours”. Sara’s big red lips replicated his, widening until her cheeks dimpled. “Your dimples are so cute” John whispered whilst kneeling down to join a content Sara on the floor. Sara fluttered her eyelashes her cheeks blushing with flattery. Embracing each other’s palms and resting their heads on each other’s shoulders they emulated entwining swans caught in the raptures of love and courtship.

Sara had often longed for this feeling; a feeling of aching lust and wanting, to desire someone with the whole of her body and mind. It was the happiest time of her life she thought to herself. Pulsing with excitement she quickly kissed his cheek, “God, I love you!” she exclaimed. A month had flown so fast and she’d never felt so alive since she’d met John. Gazing into his warm brown eyes alike to the colour of nutmeg memories of her childhood home; her mother’s baking came to mind. The warmth pervaded her soul, she wanted to bathe in that warmth and gaze into those beautiful eyes forever.

At twenty-four Sara now longed for some meaning in her life. She’d partied and drank, lived an unruly lifestyle and like a naive teenager had fallen again and again into the arms of uncommitted men. Relationship after relationship had failed leaving her feeling like a chewed strawberry lace; spat out and drained of any flavour. Hope however swam in the depths of her stomach and she leapt at the chance of a new beginning. Leaving reckless weekends behind her she sought stability; a new chapter in her life was forming and positivity was biting at her heels.

Working in a supermarket on the till Sara was bored; tired of work, living with strange flatmates, and going out getting drunk with friends she felt no longer knew her. She now hated living like this; it was worse than a hangover. No plan, no direction, just drowning; every week following the same pattern. She was caught like tattered hair in a blocked shower plug. She longed to be awakened to do something different and to achieve something. She felt like she had no one; her mother died far too soon at a young age. With no other family surrounding her Sara wept, wept to belong, wept to plant roots in earth and grow. Then there was John.

John was perfect. Sara found him so refreshing unlike any other man she’d dated before. He was different, special in fact.