Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (34) The Shopkeepers Heart (Part 02)
By the time May came around she was a regular attendee at St Lucy’s and divined great strength from her time there.
She had decided that she would put all of her energies into the shop and take all the burdens upon herself to allow her father to concentrate on looking after her mum.
Of course she needed help in the shop and she had a small group of part timers she knew she could trust but she was always looking for fresh blood.
But most of the youngsters were drawn towards the bright lights of the arcades and the Fun Park so she had to put in longer and longer shifts herself when she was shorthanded so she had little time for anything else.
So the last thing she needed was another distraction which on one day in the middle of May came in the form of Adam Jones.
Her eyes were drawn to him the moment he entered the shop, he was tall and slim with thick black curly hair just long enough to cover his collar, with brown eyes and a toothy smile which lit up the whole shop.
Adam was a couple of years older that Sabr and he was Detective Constable in Sharpington, and if shop keeping was the Hemmings family business then for the Jones’s it was policing, his father was a Chief Superintendent in Abbottsford, his uncle was an Inspector in Northchapel and his brother was a Sgt in Mornington.
He was in the shop for about ten minutes and she caught him sneaking a look in her direction a few times and when he eventually went to the counter with a basket full he said abruptly
“Excuse me?” Sabr said
“I’ve been trying to recall where I had seen you before” he explained
“It’s St Lucy’s”
“Yes that’s right” she said realizing why he had kept looking at her.
“I’m Adam” he said “It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow congregant”
“Indeed” she agreed “I’m Sabr”
“Sabr, that’s a corker of a name” he said and she smiled with pride
“Thank you” she said and went on to explain where it came from.
“Well it’s a beautiful name” he said as he picked up his bags “I’ll see you Sunday perhaps”
“Perhaps” she agreed
He didn’t normally shop at Hemmings because he had a flat in Jubilee Court which gave him a view of Jubilee Park as well as a sea view, it was also situated at the opposite end of the seafront.
He just happened to be on a call up at the Potters Lane caravan park so he decided to pop in as he was passing, he thought he would definitely shop there again though.
Sabr was a little flushed after her left, he had definitely been flirting with her and she rather enjoyed it, but then she chastised herself
“You don’t have time for that nonsense”
Nonetheless she looked for him at church on Sunday and was disappointed when she was unsuccessful.