She stepped away from the window and saw a sign just beyond the pub, past where the pavement became grass.
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A rich red carpet and a wood-panelled bar full of an impressive array of beer pumps. Small tables and timber beams and a wagon wheel attached to a wall. That group must have been the last to leave. It seemed empty inside, but the lights were still on. She walked up to the pub and peeked through the window. ‘We’ll win next time,’ one of the women said. Weird.’Ī group of three left the pub then too. ‘This is so very weird,’ she said into the night. She watched as the man crossed the road, looking left and right a few times despite the clear absence of traffic, and disappearing down a lane between the cottages. It should be a great night.’Īt least her voice sounded like her. In this life she probably knew the man’s name. He seemed, from his overly careful gait, to be slightly drunk. A man with rosy cheeks and grey Dickensian whiskers and a wax jacket. A man, visible from the light of the pub windows and the solitary streetlamp. Someone was heading towards her down the driveway.
There was some comfort in seeing the familiar small mole on her left hand.įootsteps crunched on gravel. An elegant, slender analogue one, with Roman numerals. Her old sapphire engagement ring was there – the same one she had taken off, through trembles and tears, over a year ago – accompanied by a simple silver wedding band.
She had goose-bumps from the cold, and clearly wasn’t dressed to be outside for long. A denim shirt with sleeves rolled halfway up her forearms and jeans and wedge-heeled shoes, none of which she wore in her actual life.
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