In A Blur Of Serenity
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,032
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction and any semblance to peoples or scenarios, real or imaginary, is purely coincidental. All characters and situations in this piece are my property and were entirely invented by me.
Smell of Sunshine
A/N: Thank you so much for the review, it really does make me feel so much better and encourges me. At a young age I wanted to be a writer, but I was disillusioned at around 13 years old and changed my goals; this is my way to express those years of saved up creativity. I honestly thought everybody was going to say I was crap, especially since the first chapter was short and lacking romance. Well, the same can be said of this chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Isaac left the airport, still feeling vaguely unwell. He had never been good with flying and this particular trip had been no better. ‘On the bright side, though,’ Isaac thought, ‘I didn’t throw up this time.’
Hurrying his pace to get to his coach, considering he didn’t have a car, he soon arrived at the place where the line of coaches was. Other people were already starting to board: businessmen, tourists and families were putting their heavy luggage into the appropriate compartment before ascending the steps to take their seats. Isaac walked up to the woman at the side of the coach who was selling tickets and spoke to her. She wasn\'t particularly young: in her mid-50s at best, with greying hair and wrinkles abundant on her face. She was a little shorter than Isaac, so he looked down at her while he bought the ticket.
“You want a return ticket?” she asked him, her voice rough, as if she were dehydrated. She probably was; it was an exceptionally sunny day, which surprised me. Isaac had expected Scotland to be a dreary, constantly cloudy and rainy place like England was, whereas it was actually rather pleasant.
“Er, yeah. I’m coming back on Thursday.” Isaac responded.
“Today is Thursday.” she responded warily, eyeing him oddly.
“Next Thursday.” he quickly clarified. “Do these coaches travel fairly regularly?”
“Monday to Saturday, departure times from Aberforth are 2 o’clock, 4 o’clock and 7 o’clock.”
She handed Isaac his ticket and he boarded the coach. He hadn’t brought much luggage with him, since he wasn’t planning on being away for very long. In his carry-on bag, he kept the essentials: razor, shaving foam, toothbrush, a novel and a few other toiletries. In his jean pocket he kept his iPhone and a Swiss army knife. Sliding his iPhone out of his pocket as he sat down, he swiftly opened the Settings application and took the phone out of it\'s aeroplane-safe mode which disables EDGE and Wi-Fi.
“Is that an iPhone?” asked a deep voice with a thick Scottish accent. Isaac turned to find the source of the voice; his eyes settled on the muscular man with short dark brown hair and a stubbled beard sitting in the seat behind him. Isaac smiled in a friendly gesture and nodded.
“Wish I could afford one of those,” the Scottish man continued, sighing. “Although I doubt I’d get any signal down in Balmyrno anyhow.”
“You’re headed to Balmyrno?” Isaac asked, his curiosity piqued.
“I’m from Balmyrno. The name\'s Barnes. I run an inn down there called The Salty Seaman; be sure to go there first if you\'re ever looking for vacancies.”
“I am looking for vacancies in that area, actually.” Isaac confessed. “I’m Isaac.”
“Pleasure, Isaac.” Barnes said, smiling. “Well, looks like we’re about to start moving. If you don’t mind, I’m going to try and get some shut-eye. I dare say I’m a bit of an insomniac at times, but I feel like I need so rest, so why not try, eh? There’s a long drive ahead so I’ll talk some more when we get there.”
Isaac left the airport, still feeling vaguely unwell. He had never been good with flying and this particular trip had been no better. ‘On the bright side, though,’ Isaac thought, ‘I didn’t throw up this time.’
Hurrying his pace to get to his coach, considering he didn’t have a car, he soon arrived at the place where the line of coaches was. Other people were already starting to board: businessmen, tourists and families were putting their heavy luggage into the appropriate compartment before ascending the steps to take their seats. Isaac walked up to the woman at the side of the coach who was selling tickets and spoke to her. She wasn\'t particularly young: in her mid-50s at best, with greying hair and wrinkles abundant on her face. She was a little shorter than Isaac, so he looked down at her while he bought the ticket.
“You want a return ticket?” she asked him, her voice rough, as if she were dehydrated. She probably was; it was an exceptionally sunny day, which surprised me. Isaac had expected Scotland to be a dreary, constantly cloudy and rainy place like England was, whereas it was actually rather pleasant.
“Er, yeah. I’m coming back on Thursday.” Isaac responded.
“Today is Thursday.” she responded warily, eyeing him oddly.
“Next Thursday.” he quickly clarified. “Do these coaches travel fairly regularly?”
“Monday to Saturday, departure times from Aberforth are 2 o’clock, 4 o’clock and 7 o’clock.”
She handed Isaac his ticket and he boarded the coach. He hadn’t brought much luggage with him, since he wasn’t planning on being away for very long. In his carry-on bag, he kept the essentials: razor, shaving foam, toothbrush, a novel and a few other toiletries. In his jean pocket he kept his iPhone and a Swiss army knife. Sliding his iPhone out of his pocket as he sat down, he swiftly opened the Settings application and took the phone out of it\'s aeroplane-safe mode which disables EDGE and Wi-Fi.
“Is that an iPhone?” asked a deep voice with a thick Scottish accent. Isaac turned to find the source of the voice; his eyes settled on the muscular man with short dark brown hair and a stubbled beard sitting in the seat behind him. Isaac smiled in a friendly gesture and nodded.
“Wish I could afford one of those,” the Scottish man continued, sighing. “Although I doubt I’d get any signal down in Balmyrno anyhow.”
“You’re headed to Balmyrno?” Isaac asked, his curiosity piqued.
“I’m from Balmyrno. The name\'s Barnes. I run an inn down there called The Salty Seaman; be sure to go there first if you\'re ever looking for vacancies.”
“I am looking for vacancies in that area, actually.” Isaac confessed. “I’m Isaac.”
“Pleasure, Isaac.” Barnes said, smiling. “Well, looks like we’re about to start moving. If you don’t mind, I’m going to try and get some shut-eye. I dare say I’m a bit of an insomniac at times, but I feel like I need so rest, so why not try, eh? There’s a long drive ahead so I’ll talk some more when we get there.”