Saturday 17 December 2016

Life in Fiction (Part 7)

Read Part 6 here or from the beginning, here

"I've got it! Sweet peaaa!" sang Lou as she entered the kitchen where everyone stood. She placed a large propellor on the kitchen countertop.

It smelt... weird. Everyone avoided eye contact with one another for half a second.

"So... underwater car, right?" Kath asked Lou, breaking the silence. She looked at the rather decrepit piece of junk that sat forlornly upon her Nanny Beth's counter top.

"YES! I've been working on it a few weeks now, I think I have the right materials to assemble something that may actually work." Lou replied, as she slowly took in the characters present in the kitchen.

"You're not the gardener, are you? said Lou, addressing the Answer. "Because I've been meaning to get someone to look at trimming my hedges at the back..."

The Answer looked at Lou. He smiled, and reached for her hand.

"I'm most certainly not a gardener, I've not a green, uh... finger in me... I just happened to meet the wonderful Kath on the bus, and here I am, my dear lady!" he began to move Lou's hand to his lips, but thought better of it when Kath glared at him. The Answer dropped Lou's hand quickly.

"Kath!" Lou glared. She stepped to take a closer look at the Answer.
"Not another..." she looked at the Answer wearily "...friend." she finished, and stood back again.

Kath stared at Lou, who was now looking at Beth expectantly. Beth just smiled.
"You do remember the last time, right?" Lou's gaze fell over Kath, studying her carefully.

Kath stepped back, and raised her hands. "Look, I know last time was... unusual. To say the least. But this is different!" Kath tried to sound confident, whilst also remembering the outcome of her last encounter with strangers...

Yeah. That hadn't gone quite so well.

Part 8