Bluehound
06-28-2011, 11:16 AM
From the dark of the tunnel,emerging onto the platform, I watch a woman coming towards me with a dusky pink hostess pull along. She is perfectly turned out and could easily be mistaken for a flight attendant.
She is carrying a lovely bunch of flowers and a gift bag, I wonder who she is going to see. Maybe she is going to a wedding. She has dusky pink flowers on her dress and even a hint of pink in her highlights, everything is just so.
Jealousy is an ugly thing, no doubt about that. But it's natural, natural as hair growing on a healthy body.
I wanted pull along luggage like the sexy airhostess, instead I have a tartan shopping bag with wonky plastic wheels that are too small for purpose. I sit brooding about it as she passes me by on shining heals. She in a cloud of expensive scent, me painfully aware that I look like I got dressed in a dark charity shop and my hiking boots are stinking in the heat.
Thankfully I am distracted by my phone ringing, it's Matt , the soppy git is ringing to make sure that my journey is going ok.
"Yeah, it's going fine. The trains are on time for once." We laugh and in his voice I can hear his real reason for ringing, he misses me already and I only set off a few hours ago. I am struck by a desire to forget all this and turn back for home, the thought of rushing through the door, chucking my tartan bag to one side and into his arms, makes me feel excited.
"The next train to arrive at platform 4 is the 2.25 to Cheltenham Spa". The tannoy voice announces.
"Sorry , babe my train is here, see you in a couple of days, love you" I say, reluctantly hanging up and dropping the phone back in my pocket.
Now I drag my bag in a wobble line with a lighter step, feeling warmth and happiness dissolving the petty jealousy from before.
As I pass the hostess on a bench along the platform, I notice she looks sad and alone, her flowers are wilting in the heat. Jealousy has turned to pity, she probly doesn't care what I think but the less ugly emotion makes me feel happier.
She is carrying a lovely bunch of flowers and a gift bag, I wonder who she is going to see. Maybe she is going to a wedding. She has dusky pink flowers on her dress and even a hint of pink in her highlights, everything is just so.
Jealousy is an ugly thing, no doubt about that. But it's natural, natural as hair growing on a healthy body.
I wanted pull along luggage like the sexy airhostess, instead I have a tartan shopping bag with wonky plastic wheels that are too small for purpose. I sit brooding about it as she passes me by on shining heals. She in a cloud of expensive scent, me painfully aware that I look like I got dressed in a dark charity shop and my hiking boots are stinking in the heat.
Thankfully I am distracted by my phone ringing, it's Matt , the soppy git is ringing to make sure that my journey is going ok.
"Yeah, it's going fine. The trains are on time for once." We laugh and in his voice I can hear his real reason for ringing, he misses me already and I only set off a few hours ago. I am struck by a desire to forget all this and turn back for home, the thought of rushing through the door, chucking my tartan bag to one side and into his arms, makes me feel excited.
"The next train to arrive at platform 4 is the 2.25 to Cheltenham Spa". The tannoy voice announces.
"Sorry , babe my train is here, see you in a couple of days, love you" I say, reluctantly hanging up and dropping the phone back in my pocket.
Now I drag my bag in a wobble line with a lighter step, feeling warmth and happiness dissolving the petty jealousy from before.
As I pass the hostess on a bench along the platform, I notice she looks sad and alone, her flowers are wilting in the heat. Jealousy has turned to pity, she probly doesn't care what I think but the less ugly emotion makes me feel happier.