#1: Advent Drabbles: December 17th
(part 3 22:22) Author: Advent
Drabblers, Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 6:26 am — Mary-Lou sat in her room in Oxford, trying to concentrate on her
work. But her mind was wandering, back to the previous year when she had been
Head Girl of the Chalet School. At this time of year they were busy rehearsing
for the Christmas Play, and she was missing the buzz of excitement that pervaded
the whole school at this time. The weather didn’t help much either. It was
drizzling outside, a cold, depressing, soaking type of drizzle, that left the
pavements gleaming with wet, and hid the passers-by under vast umbrellas. She
sighed, and turned back to her work. Thinking of the past wouldn’t help finish
this, and the sooner it was done the better. Later, she went out with
friends for a drink, and her spirits rose. The rain had stopped, and the shops
were brightly lit with Christmas decorations. The larger shops were all
advertising a Santa’s Grotto of some sort, one of them even advertising a rocket
ride to get there. The pub her group favoured was bright and gay too, and they
spent their time talking about the way they celebrated Christmas at home.
“I’ll be going out to Switzerland,” said Mary-Lou. “Mother has to live out
there at the moment as she isn’t well, so Verity and I will join her. I think
we’ll be going round to Mrs Maynard’s on Christmas Day, at least I think that’s
what Mother said in her letter.” You lucky thing!” said Sue, one of her
friends. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to go to Switzerland. It must be
wonderful at this time of year.” “Lots of snow, and freezing cold,” said
Mark. “You can keep all that for me. Give me a blazing fire and a beer and I’ll
be happy.” The others laughed, for Mark’s laziness and love of home comforts
was legendary by this time. The conversation drifted away, as conversations do,
and by the time they all headed back to their rooms Mary-Lou was her normal
self. She had agreed to meet Verity at Victoria to catch the Boat Train,
though she was worried that Verity would miss the train. She had always been so
slow in the mornings at school, even with Mary-Lou doing half her work for her.
She seemed to be coping all right at the moment, but Mary-Lou still worried
about her. She had become quieter and more in need of support as she had gone up
the school, as if her defiance over the German carol in her first term had taken
all the gumption out of her. What a term at the College of Music would do to
change that was something that Mary-Lou had often wondered. The letters they
exchanged did little to indicate anything. As it happened it was Mary-Lou
herself who was nearly late. Her train from Oxford had been delayed, and the
underground was packed, so that she ran up to their meeting place panting for
breath. “I thought we’d miss the train,” said Verity. “You’ve been here
ages.” “You didn’t have so far to come. Come on and get our seats before we
lose them.” As they rattled towards Dover, catching up on the latest news,
the sky, which had been a clear winter blue when Mary-Lou had left Oxford,
became greyer and greyer, with an ominous yellow cast to it that they both
recognised as snow. “Looks like a cold crossing,” said Verity, just as the
first flakes floated past the window. “Hope the Channel’s calm.” The train
pulled into Dover Docks, and they piled out, holding their cases firmly. The
platform was crowded, and the cases held the presents they had bought for
everyone as well as their clothes. Following the crowd, they walked up the long
ramp onto the steamer, and found seats inside. Contrary to their hopes, the
water outside the harbour was tossing like a wild thing, and the snow was
getting heavier all the time. Almost before they knew it, the steamer had cast
off, and they were heading through the protecting walls, and out into the
heaving Channel.
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Drabblers on Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:22 pm; edited 2 times in total
#2: Author: Fiona
Mc, Location:
Bendigo, AustraliaPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:11 am — I'm intrigued to see where this will go
#3:
Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West YorksPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:42
am — Lovely
to see a "normal" Mary-Lou out in the pub with her college friends.
Looking forward to more please
#4:
Author: JackieP, Location: Kingston upon HullPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 12:49
pm — Hmmm -
ominous - is there a rough crossing ahead...?
JackieP
#5: Author: Advent
Drabblers, Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 4:28 pm — Joey looked at the list she had made, her own children plus wards
and adoptees, her neices and nephews, the children of one or two close friends,
her brevet neices, Hilda, Bill, Rosalie and Matey, and of course Anna and Rosli.
“And Old Uncle Tom Cobley and all,” she thought as she realised the list went
over the page by some considerable margin. She went over the list several more
times, but when she discovered that this only meant adding more names, not
reducing the list any, she stopped. She counted. Then she counted again and got
a different total. The third time was a different one yet again, but any of the
numbers was way too high. There were just so many people to buy Christmas
presents for. True a few would be happy with a copy of her latest book, some she
had knitted for, and others she could send some of the items she had brought at
the school sale in the summer. However, the list would still mean some serious
shopping.
Sighing she put the problem to one side and went downstairs
for lunch. Jack had written her a cheque that morning and she would go into
Interlaken that afternoon and see what she could do. Anna had left her a salad
in the kitchen and she took it to the table, picking up the post as she did so.
Eating with one hand, she went through the mail as she ate. There was a rather
welcome cheque from her publisher, and a less welcome bill from the boy's school
for a window Mike had broken while practising cricket in the common room. Then
there were the usual notes from friends and several Christmas cards from old
girls of the school. She opened these, putting aside a few change of address
slips and letters to read at leisure later. Then she saw, burried in admist all
the other envelopes a single postcard. Wondering who was sending postcards at
this time of year she pulled it out and quickly turned it over to look at the
message.
That afternoon saw her deep in thought as she drove down the
mountainside. The postcard had made a deep impression on her. She would have to
do something, but what? Parking the car in a public car park she went to a
large department store to begin her shopping. She wondered around, looking at
the various items on display, but somehow her thoughts kept going back to that
postcard. She looked at the toiletries, at the clothes, at the houseware, at
toys, but was not able to choose anything. Eventually she left the store, having
brought only a roll of wrapping paper and walked down the street into a park
where she found a seat with a view of the lake.
Joey sat down and looked
around. Behind her she could hear the noise, the hustle and bustle of christmas
shopping. There were lights in the trees all around and turning slightly she
could see the bright, cheerful displays stretching out in all the windows along
the street. In front of her it was quieter. The trees were bare, but the birds
still sang. There were one or two boats on the lake, and she could hear some
children shouting in the distance. Lifting her eyes beyond the lakes, she could
see her beloved mountains, standing as they had always stood, firm, unmoveable,
their tops covered with snow and frost. Joey shivered and reached into her
pocket. Fumbling a little because of her mittens she pulled out the postcard and
re-read it.
#6:
Author: Rachel, Location: West Coast of ScotlandPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 7:47 pm — Most intrigueing.
#7:
Author: Sugar, Location: second star to the right!Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:13 pm — Intriging Indeed.... perhap ML to say shes coming
over?
#8:
Author: Jennie, Location: CambridgeshirePosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:19 pm — I just can't imagine OOAO in the pub.
Yes, I know we should have
telephoned - but both Verity and I agreed that we would use as little money as
possible. Now, first things first - you may already have heard the news, if not
then this will be rather a shock. The English Channel was very rough yesterday,
so rough that, when the boat left Dover Harbour, it was tossed back and forward.
The boat crashed against the side of the harbout wall and, within minutes,
capsized. DON'T WORRY!!! We're both fine - not hurt at all, in fact we barely
got our feet wet. We did manage to lose all our luggage, however, including our
handbags with all our money and papers. Luckily Verity had a number of shillings
in her pocket and I had our tickets. Could you please tell Mother that we are
both fine - I don't want her to worry. We'll be a couple of days later than we
said but we'll still be there for Christmas. The people here in Dover have
been magnificent, Joey. There was a Salvation Army hostel nearby and all the
passangers and crew from the ferry were taken there as they were the only place
open that could cater for large parties. We spent that first evening queing up
for soup just like the poor unfortunates who are homeless. And it was a wretched
night to be homeless - Kent may not get such severe storms as Switzerland but
they were certainly trying very hard. The storm left banks three or four feet
high and biting wind - seemingly even colder that on the Platz. We managed to
speak with some of the volunteers running the 'soup kitchen' they said that
there would be people dying due to the storm and the cold. So, we wondered,
this year, rather than buying presents, if people would mind if instead we just
gave them token gifts - and the money we would normally have spent, Verity and I
intend to present to the hostel on our way back. And perhaps, next year, we'll
plan to spend a couple of days as volunteers - we have so much, we want to give
something back.
We'll be there in a few days - please tell Mother not to
worry.
Mary-Lou and Verity.
Joey finished reading the
postcard, marvelling that Mary-Lou had managed to fit all that on the card! She
looked out to the lake again and shivered. Then she looked behind her at the
bright lights and bustle. She made a decision - all the young ones had presents
enough, as for everyone else? Perhaps they, too, would like to do something
similar? Give something back. Yes, she would speak to them all. She made her way
back to the car whistling cheerily to herself.
#10:
Author: Pat, Location: DoncasterPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 10:25
pm — That was
great Lesley. Wonderful ending.
#12:
Author: PaulineS, Location: West MidlandsPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:02
pm — Thank
you. What a positive outcome.
#13:
Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West YorksPosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:13
pm — That was
a wonderful ending - true CS tradition of thinking of others and being practical
Thankyou ADs and especially Lesley for the ending
#14:
Author: Tara, Location: Malvern, WorcestershirePosted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 11:36
pm — As
usual, I want more of the story! Has Verity changed - it sounds rather like it.
Mary-Lou certainly has. Felt for Jo and her list, it all gets ridiculous,
doesn't it. And I'm sure s many of us are in sympathy with the ending - though I
never manage not to give the presents as well, in the end!
#15:
Author: Sugar, Location: second star to the right!Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 12:08
am — Aww
lovely thanks every one
#16: Author: Cath
V-P, Location:
Newcastle NSWPosted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 1:01 am — I liked that ending - thoughtful and practical.
Thanks
drabblers.
#17: Author: Fiona
Mc, Location:
Bendigo, AustraliaPosted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 6:49 am — That is a wonderful ending. Thanks Lesley
#18:
Author: Jennie, Location: CambridgeshirePosted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 2:57 pm — Thanks, all of you.
#19:
Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 9:10 pm — Awww! That really was lovely! Thank you, all three of
you.
#20:
Author: linda, Location: LeedsPosted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 10:18
pm — That was
a lovely ending. Thank you
#21:
Author: Rosalin, Location: SwanseaPosted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 8:31 pm — Good solution!