Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (45) What Becomes of the Broken Hearted (Part 03)
It was Monday morning and the moment Karen walked into the office her boss Bob Turner called her over.
“Karen! Just the person” He said “My favourite person”
“What do you want Bob?” she retorted
“What makes you think I want something?” he said innocently
“Because you’re being nice to me” she replied
“Ok fair enough” he said “I need a favour”
“Ok what is it?”
“I need you to go over to Finchbottom” he replied
“No not Finchbottom, anywhere but Finchbottom” she said
“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t urgent” he said
After 20 minutes of begging she reluctantly caved in and agreed to deliver some old film stock that had been unearthed to a specialist film restorer, Reel Times, Bob called them “cutting edge”
She had once lived in Finchbottom in fact for quite a few years until her mid-teens when she was still Karen Myles and she hadn’t been back since as it held bitter memories for her.
Because it was where she fell in love for the first time and where her heart was savagely broken.
They had been going out together for two years and she was head over heels in love with Peter and she thought he felt the same about her, but she soon saw his true mettle.
It all came to a head when her dad dropped the bombshell that they were moving to Abbeyvale because the firm he worked for was relocating.
She was devastated by the news and didn’t speak to her dad for three weeks, but she thought everything was alright between her and Peter.
When the time came for the move they agreed to spend the whole of the previous day together and planned to meet at the Mall as soon as it opened at 8am.
But on the actual day she stood there by the door at the moment the doors opened but there was no sign of Peter and she stood there until the clock on St Martha’s church struck 12.
She had stayed there every second and she had tried phoning him and got no response so the moment the last chime struck she went home fighting back the tears every step of the way and when she reached her house she went straight to her room and cried for the rest of the day.
She was inconsolable, and her mum tried her hardest
“It’s totally out of character for him” She said, “are you sure you got the time, right?”
The suggestion that it was her own fault just made her howl even louder, so her mum left her to it and her dad fared no better when he suggested he drive her over to his house.
In the end they just had to leave her to cry herself to sleep.
The next morning, she was much recovered, but no one ever mentioned his name again.
Although she often thought of him and wondered why he had been so cruel.