Something a little bit different from me this morning. Sandy at Baby Baby has a new linky called Write On where she posts three writing prompts each week to be interpreted any way that you want. This week I have taken a deep breath and gone for a creative take on the theme of ‘overheard’. If you fancy joining in or want to go and take a look at the other entries, click on the badge below.
Her breath was starting to slow but she couldn’t quite get her words out. She was bent double trying to breathe and Alice was rubbing her back gently and slowly as if she was a small child in need of reassurance.
“Sally sweetheart, just calm down and talk to me, tell me what happened.”
Sally slowly stood up, her head was spinning. Through the haze of dizziness and tears, she could see Alice looking at her, pale with concern and bewilderment. Satisfied that her friend was recovering, Alice kept one hand on Alice’s arm and reached to switch on the kettle.
“Tea, that’s what we need.”
At this Sally’s face screwed up and loud, wet sobs erupted from her whole body. “She was making me tea…” she wailed.
“Coffee then.” Alice took Sally’s shaking shoulders firmly, “Sally, you need to calm down and tell me what on earth happened, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me.” She sighed gently, this was like dealing with her three year old when she had one of her ‘moments’.
Sally’s sobs were slowly subsiding into gentle whimpers. Alice let go of her friend and went to make some coffee making sure to put three sugars into Sally’s cup.
Sally cradled the hot mug in her shaking hands, the warmth of the cup and the steam gently caressing her face started to calm her breathing and the taste of the sweet coffee brought her back to herself. The sight of herself in the mirror startled her.
“Oh my God! What do I look like?
Alice stifled a smile behind her mug. “I didn’t like to say, you were in such a state.”
Alice had been cleaning her bedroom, dancing around to some song or other on the radio when she had caught sight of a mad woman running down the road wearing a long black gown from the hairdressers, hair in foils flapping up and down as she ran. Then when she looked closer, she realised with horror that the mad woman was her friend.
Alice chose her words carefully. “So you were at the hairdressers then?”
Sally almost choked on her coffee. “Nooo, I was at the supermarket!”
Alice let out a huge breath of relief. Sarcasm, the real Sally was back. “So the hairdresser offered you tea and what, you took offence to their Earl Grey or something?”
Sally sat on one of the chairs and stared into her mug as if looking for answers. “Alice, you are going to think I’m crazy.”
“Go on ..”
“I think Adam is having an affair.” Sally looked at her friend through fresh tears.
Adam, quiet dependable Adam. “Adam? An affair? How, what on earth makes you think that?” Alice could feel her face going red, she hated keeping secrets from her friend.
Sally went back to staring at her coffee. “Okay, I was at the hairdressers, obviously and I was listening to this hairdresser talking about her new boyfriend. She went on and on about him and how he has a girlfriend, but he is going to finish with her soon.”
“Sally, I’m sorry but you’re being ridiculous. Adam would never cheat on you.”
“Alice, it all added up. This chap she’s seeing drives the same car as Adam and he works for an insurance company. Adam’s been acting weird for weeks.” The sobs were coming thick and fast.
Alice rubbed her friends shoulder gently. “So what did you do?”
Putting her face in her hands, Sally groaned. “She offered to make me a tea while I was waiting for my colour to take and I told her to stuff her tea and I ran out.”
Alice sat for a moment, eyes and mouth wide open trying to picture the scene. “Sally, that is insane. She could have been talking about anyone. He loves you Sally. You. Only you. I know you’ve been hurt in the past, but Adam really loves you. He wants to marry you for goodness sake. You can’t go making wild assumptions about him based on something you overheard at the hairdressers.”
Her words hung in the air for a while and Sally gaped at her open mouthed. “Marry me?”
Alice wanted to kick herself. “Yes, well maybe, well yes marry you.” She banged her head gently on the table.
She looked up at Sally. “Yes. Sally, he wants to marry you and that is why he has been acting strangely over the last few weeks, nothing to do with a hairdresser.”
Sally was sobbing again, only this time through a smile.
“Although, that reminds me, you may want to go and get that bleach washed out of your hair otherwise he might change his mind.” Sally patted her hair and jumped out of the chair.
“Oh my God, my hair” she screamed and ran to the door. She stopped and looked at her friend. “How do you know that he wants to marry me, by the way?”
Alice grinned at her. “I overheard him talking to his best mate on the phone about it a couple of weeks ago.” Sally grinned and ran out of the door.