(aka Bike) Part 611 by Angharad |
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Tom arrived with Mima while Andy Bond was telling me that none of this was my fault. I wasn’t sure of anything any more. I made a fuss of Mima and hugged Tom.
“Crivens, lassie, I leave ye fer twa minutes and will ye look at yon devastation?”
“I know, I was testing my X-ray vision, maybe I used too much power?”
“My word, that cake’s as big as Trish,” said Tom as she arrived with a woman member of staff carrying a bag of groceries and a bunch of flowers. Trish was bearing a large yellow cake, and the manager arrived with an Easter egg for each of the girls.
“Can I pay you for the groceries, Mr Smart?” I asked him.
“No, you’ve already paid once.”
“What about the cake or the Easter eggs?”
“A contribution towards your daughter’s birthday party.”
“That is so kind, thank you so much.”
“You’re very welcome, Lady Cameron. Have a safe journey home.”
We went back to the car, the area still stank of burnt petrol and oil. “Whit happened?”
“I don’t know exactly, someone tried to run us down and hit another car. Three people may have died in the crash.”
“Was it deliberate?”
“I think so. Some bloke tried to queue jump and I challenged him. The security man made him go to the back of the queue. Then as we were going to get the car, this red Toyota came from nowhere and tried to run us down. Hit our shopping trolley.”
“Somebody tried to kill ye, jes because of a queuing dispute?”
“Seems like.”
“That is–is so stupid.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
“Mummy saved me,” added Trish.
“I pulled her out of the way.”
“We rolled over the bonnet of a car, Gramps.”
“Did ye jes?”
“My Mummy is a hero.”
“A hewo,” echoed Meems.
“I think ye mean, heroine,” corrected Tom.
“Yeah, my Mummy is a heroine.” I cringed, especially round here, it sounds as if someone is trying to sell drugs.
“My Mummy, is hewin, too.” I think I got Meems message. One of these days she will talk perfectly normally and none of us will understand her.
“Aye she is that, girls. Noo, let’s awa’ hame afore something else happens.”
We negotiated our way out of the car park and homewards. “That was kind of the shop to give Trish a cake for her birthday, wasn’t it.”
“Aye it was.”
“Cann’Ive a birfdee cake, Mummy.”
“For your birthday, Meems, of course you can.”
“So, whit’s the agenda for th’morn’s morn?”
“We have to wait in for Andy Bond to get a statement done, and because Simon is sending something.”
“Like what?” asked Tom.
“I don’t know, Daddy.”
“Hae ye heard frae Simon?”
“Only a text about him coming home when he can.”
“Hmmm,” said Tom, “that sounds a wee bittee strange, tae me.”
“Can we discuss this later, Daddy.”
“Och, aye of course we can.”
“Where is Daddy?” asked Trish.
“Working at the bank’s headquarters in London, why?”
“I hope he comes home for my birthday.”
“So do I, sweetheart, so do I.”
“Me hope he come fa my birfdee.”
“Your birthday isn’t until September,” I replied to Meems.
“Is that soon?”
“Not really, Meems. I’ll tell you when.”
“Thank you, Mummy.”
At last we were home, and I couldn’t wait to get home and get the clothes off me and in the wash, they smelt of smoke and death to me. Trish, could wait until the morning, although she could change into her playing clothes.
I made Trish change while I jumped in the shower. It felt really good standing under the warm water, who’d have thought how a day could turn out. The poor people who were in that other car–their day was seriously messed up. I wondered if any of the would be rescuers were hurt? I shuddered at the thought of it. It was horrible–totally and completely horrible. My mind wandered back to the incident that day on the motorway when I nearly died myself, trying to rescue the child from that car. Fire was a horrible death–how could so called Christians use it to kill people they classed as heretics?
I was seated at my dressing table clad in a bath robe combing my hair when Trish rushed up, “We’re on the telly, Mummy.” I ran downstairs with her.
‘It appears that the owner of a red Toyota lost control in the supermarket car park and it careered into the side of another car just arriving. Both cars caught fire and exploded before rescuers could get any of the occupants out. Several bystanders were hurt from the explosion and subsequent fire.
‘We’re awaiting confirmation, but it appears the driver of the red car was in dispute with another customer inside the shop, and it has been suggested he tried to run down the other customer as she and her child left the store.
‘Whatever the outcome of the police enquiry into this incident, the devastation is dreadful, half a dozen other cars were damaged or set on fire, and only prompt action by the store’s staff and a couple of fire extinguishers meant that even more people weren’t hurt.
‘This Lisa Mungo, for BBC News in Portsmouth.’
“Wait until they find out who the bloke tried to run down,” I said wondering if all this meant I couldn’t show my face again for several weeks.
“They might not find oot.” said Tom
“They will, they always do.”
“The man who caused it will be much more interesting, to thae hyenas.”
“What’s a heena, Mummy?”
“A hyena, it’s a bit like a dog and lives on the African plains, feeds on carrion and hunts weak animals. They also kill lots of lions.”
“Uch, I don’t like them if they eat lions, Mummy.”
“Me scared, Mummy–heenas is comin’.” She suddenly grabbed hold of my bathrobe and clung on to it.
“Meems, that is Kiki, who is about as dangerous as a dormouse.”
Comments
THAT'S A First Angharad! :-)
But please remember, Kiki had downed an entire roast before. So, she may be a bit more dangerous than Spike.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
And here I was expecting...
to hear about some dignitaries withering on the vine. Instead, I get a typically enjoyable episode of that evening soap. :-)
Interesting outcome of things, so far. It'll be interesting to see how this all plays out. It's humorous how you're keeping us in suspense about Simon and his "whatever"...
It seems that the ear drops haven't had much effect on Mima's speeking, at least as yet. I wonder how she's doing, and whether Dr. Rose will be needing to see her any time soon...
Thanks,
Annette
Still waiting
To find out what's going on with Simon. Strangeness.
my guess
is Simon is planning something big.
Sure the young female voice in the background was strange but Simon enjoys the girls (playing daddy) way to much to do something stupid now. The gift is likely a bicycle for Trish but probably he is planning some thing else big.
Well I'm sure we will find out soon either way.
Thanks for the lovely story Angharad
hugs
Holly
Friendship is like glass,
once broken it can be mented,
but there will always be a crack.
Erm ...
>> “I know, I was testing my X-ray vision, maybe I used too much power?â€
I do believe old Supes uses 'Heat vision' to set things on fire.
I know, picky picky picky.
Anyway, I don't make an issue with the queue thing just because of this kind of stuff. There are just too many Nutcases just waiting for just that straw to make them go postal. In this current economy, with many people out of work and under stress, it is even more important to be circumspect.
Kim
Suprises
I wonder if Simon could be the surprise?
Huggles,
Winnie
Huggles,
Winnie
Sounds like
The other two people didn't make it. Damn shame.
The names were witheld to protect the innocent
Jeeze, how does Cathy remain sane, when everyone else is going crazy
that SIMON, he's got a lot of splainen to do!!
Now where is
Cefin