Become a Fan
By T. H. Schwimmer
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Rated "PG" by the Author.
A second installment of my upcoming book, Burn With Passion. (Excerpt)
Anne shut her eyes again knowing that she was too angry to sleep, but the next time she opened her eyes, when the car jolted and slowed, she found that they were parking at a motorway service station. She must have slept, she had slid sideways and her head was pillowed against Gary's shoulder.
She sat up haurriedly, flushed and breathless.
"Where are we?"
"Close to Leeds- not far from York now. I need to
stretch my legs; my attention was wandering. The
last thing we need is another motorway crash!" He got out of the car and she threw aside her rug and scrambled out too.
"You should have woken me up; I could have taken over."
"You were fast asleep; I hated to wake you." Gary's eyes were coldly mocking. "You looked so comfortable."
She hurriedly turned away from that look, deeply self-conscious. Her body felt heavily lethargic from sleep. She shivered in the biting March wind. It was much colder in the north. She looked at her watch; it was after two in the morning. No wonder it was cold! She buttoned up her thick anorak and put up the hood.
They walked quickly to the restaurant complex and separated to find the toilet blocks. Before rejoining Gary, Anne looked at herself in the mirror and groaned. What did she look like? Hair all over the place, face without make up.
She splashed her face with cold water to wake herself up completely, patted it dry with paper towels, combed her hair back and put on a little light make up. She felt better after that.
Gary scrutinized her when they met, his brows lifting in wry comment on the change in her appearance. "Feeling better?"
"I feel more awake" she replied and walked past him into the cafeteria. She collected a tray and queued at the self-service counter for coffee and orange juice.
"The rolls just arrived, they're still hot" said the woman at the counter, pointing to a pile of crusty golden rolls.
Anne decided not to bother but Gary leaned over to pick up two of them, added several pats of butter and a tiny jar of marmalade.
There were few people around- only half a dozen tables were occupied. Anne chosed one by the window overlooking the motorway. Lorries still thundered past but there weren't many cars on the road at this hour.
Gary drank some coffee, then he spread a roll with butter and marmalade and bit into it.
"Hmmmn, that's really good- i love hot bread; just the smell of it makes me hungry. Have one, Anne you need the blood sugar. That's probably why you're on such a short fuse."
"I am not on a short fuse" she said, picking up her glass of orange juice. She drank some and put down the glass, sighing. "I needed that more than I needed anything else. I'll feel more human now."
"Well, that will be a relief", he said ironically, and she made a face at him.
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|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|A short but intense scene. Love the subtle sparring between the two characters. I look forward to more!|