Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (34) The Shopkeepers Heart (Part 05)
It was the morning of the first Saturday of July and furthermore the gods had delivered to the folk of Sharpington a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far in fact.
Sabr didn’t appreciate that fact she was more concerned with her mum who had had a very bad night.
Thanks to Wendy she had plenty of cover in the shop so she went for a walk along the promenade to clear her head.
She walked towards the attractions and then turned right and decided to take a stroll along the pier.
She stopped when she reached the end and stood at the rail and gazed out to sea.
“Do you come here often?” David Goodman asked and they both laughed.
“Who’s running the shop this morning if you’re here?” he asked her
“My Dad and Wendy” she said
“How is Wendy doing?”
“Very well, she’s a very hard worker; I have to force her to go home”
That was because she didn’t have much of a home to go to, but she was a hard worker.
“And your mum?”
“Not good I’m afraid” she replied sadly
“I’m sorry to hear that” David said and she turned towards him and broke down and he held her and comforted her for the next ten minutes.
They sat down on the bench at the end of the pier and she unburdened herself on him and David listened intently and when she had finished he simply said
“You don’t need me to tell you what to do, you already know”
Afterwards David walked her back to the shop, she thanked him and gave him a hug and then went back to work.
The next day Sabr was up bright and early and spent longer than usual in the bathroom and was among the first congregants to arrive at St Lucy’s which proved to be a mistake.
Because the moment she stopped moving she had time to think and it was all negative.
When she first met Adam she told herself
“You don’t have time for that nonsense”
But then after talking to David Goodman on the pier he convinced her that life was too short to not take the chances that life offered.
And she took all of that on board and decided she should throw caution to the wind which was why she got up early that morning and preened, perfumed and powdered herself to make the best of herself so that she might seize the moment.
But sitting alone in the church her resolve was fast melting away.
“Hello Sabr” he said, “you look lovely”
“Oh hello Adam” she replied a little flustered.
“You’re early” he said
“So are you” she pointed out
“I’m always here at this time” he said “when I’m not working”
“I’m glad” he said
“I’m glad you’re early” Adam said and she blushed terribly which made him smile.
“You’re not working today then” she said changing the subject.
“No” he said “What about you?”
“I’m free all day” she said hopefully
“How about lunch then?”
“I’d like that” Sabr said
So after the service Adam drove her to Dulcet-on-Brooke where they ate lunch at The Waterside Inn and they weren’t the only couple from Sharpington sharing an intimate meal together.
Sabr had taken a chance, exposed herself, risked rejection and got her reward and they spent a warm summer afternoon in the beer garden on the banks of the River Brooke.