For Belle..........my one and only fan!

 

 

Simply Read

by Mishap

 

“Sod this poxy weather!�?Rona muttered. She was still tired from being awake half the night due to  the rain. The way it  hammered on the windows, made her think the glass might break. She got out of bed, lit a cigarette and peered at her image in the mirror. “Hmm! Not bad!�?nbsp;she yawned and muttered......"Despite all the booze, fags and filthy club air!"

 

She was happy that her figure was still firm and  kept the punters wanting more of her. She smiled at the pile of £10 notes on the dressing table, solid evidence that she was still in demand. Her long hair, emerald green eyes and large breasts added to her repertoire of sensuous lap  dancing skills and potential availability, at least which is what many of her clients thought. In reality, Rona had  little time for men and did what she had to do, purely for the money.

Nobody knew what she did for a living as she generally kept herself to herself, avoiding her neighbours. Her only relative was an elderly grandmother who had  raised her after her parents died in a car accident. They seldom saw each other, due to the nature of Rona’s job, but even though she lived some distance away, she visited her at least a couple of times a year and they often spoke on the phone.

Rona yawned, stretched and stubbed out the cigarette and planned her day. Nothing urgent came to mind so she decided to visit her Gran. This was never easy, as she lived some distance away in an area  with poor public transport. “I’ll take her a few nice things from the freezer�?Rona thought.

After a shower, she dressed,  drenched herself in Chanel, and made her breakfast of toast and coffee, before putting on her eye-catching bright red dress. Half an hour later, she left the flat and walked towards the bus stop, trying hard not to smile when site workers whistled  at her. She stood out in the crowd and  knew it. She loved being dressed as she was in knee high boots and full length red  hooded raincoat from which protruded a few long curls.

The bus arrived, announced by a loud hoot on the horn, sounded by a driver who almost visibly drooled at having such a pretty passenger. Rona got on. “Return to Holden Chase please!�?she muttered, trying to avoid looking at him as he mentally undressed her.  “Do you know that’s miles from anywhere?�?replied the driver, surprised that anyone  wanted  to go to such a remote destination.  “Yes of course I do!�?she replied. “I ‘spose you know best!�?mumbled the driver as he put the engine into gear and set off.  The journey took nearly an hour and during the trip, Rona tried to ring her gran on her mobile, but found that the battery was flat. “Dammit!�?she muttered, but thought she would be at home anyway as she never went anywhere other than to the shops in the village.

At her destination, the driver watched her as she left the bus. Rona shuddered, the driver’s lustful gaze  made her skin crawl something that not even the punters were often able to do. Rona left the bus clutching her bag, surprised that she didn’t recognise her surroundings. It was six months since her last visit and a lot of changes had taken place. A new housing estate under construction now stood where  trees had grown.  She tried to get her bearings and spotted a kind of muddy bridle path which disappeared into a line of trees.  It seemed vaguely familiar and she decided to walk along it to see what was around its first bend. A tall, scruffy looking man came up to her and asked her if she needed any help, saying she looked lost.

“It all looks different now! It’s only been six months too…�?nbsp; Before she could finish, the man said, “Been a lot of changes ‘round these parts Miss! Where you ‘tryin to find?�?

“Gable Cottage�?she said, “My old granny lives there!�?She continued, “It’s in some woods and is a bit out of the way, but she likes it and you know what old people are like!�?She giggled as she remembered her grandmother’s stubbornness.

“Oh, right!�?the man answered pointing, “I think you’ll find  that if you follow that path there, it’ll still bring you to it, but I think I might know another way! Tell you what, you go up that way and I’ll nip through the woods and meet you at the cottage to make sure you get there all right! You wouldn’t want to go through the trees in those clothes, they’d be ripped to shreds! I’ll get there before you I ‘spect, so’s if you don’t arrive before too long, I’ll come and look for you! Don’t want to deprive your old granny of a visit from her granddaughter do we?�?/FONT>

Rona set off along the road and eventually came to the cottage. She banged on the door but there was no reply. She listened and heard muffled sounds from somewhere inside. She banged again and this time to her surprise the door was opened by the man who had spoken to her earlier. “What the f****!�?she spluttered, finding it hard to speak. He grinned and said, “Your Gran let me in and said I could value her china for her!�?He added, “She popped out the back somewhere and said that she’ll be back in a few minutes. I told ‘er I’d look after the place ‘till then and about you coming to  visit her too!�?/FONT>

Rona held her breath and composed herself. Was he telling the truth? She didn’t know.  “That’s very kind of you Mr. err?�?nbsp; she asked timidly. “Wolfe!�?he said sharply, “Mr Wolfe; dealer in fine arts and antiques!�?/FONT>

Rona watched him as he strolled around the room, picking up vases, then an old  bracket clock which had been in the Hood family for generations, before moving on to examine the markings on her grandmother’s Crown Derby china tea service inside the glass cabinet. "I bet you need good eyes for your job" she said innocently.

Yes you certainly do my dear!" he replied. Rona snapped, “I don’t think Gran would like you touching her Crown Derby Mr Wolfe, especially as she’s not here!�?Rona snapped.

 

“S’allright miss! Grannie said I could look at anything I wanted, as she wants to sell it!  Says she’s going to move into town soon!�?/FONT>

Rona knew this was a lie, but what could she do? He was a huge muscular man and she was small. Her mobile phone was dead and surely he’d stop her getting to her grandmother’s phone?

An unusual sound alerted Rona and caused the man to drop a dish onto the floor where it lay in pieces. The door burst open and there stood Rona’s grandmother, very dusty, covered in cobwebs and very angry. What was even more frightening, was the sight of the twelve gauge shotgun which she held in her hand and aimed at Mr. Wolfe’s loins.

 
“Lock me up in my own shed would you, you thieving bastard!�?she cried. “Good job I remembered that’s where my late husband kept his shotgun! Now get down on that floor before I make enough holes in you, I could use you as  a colander!�?/FONT>

Rona swiftly bound his hands a feet together with some washing line hanging from the kitchen door. "Tie 'im tight girl, he's got bloody big teeth and we don't want him getting away before the police get here!"

 

“Oh Grannie, it’s lovely to see you again and you are so brave!�?nbsp;

 

 Her grandmother smiled warmly as she brushed herself down “Well, me dear, it’s lovely to see you of course and I wish I’d been here to welcome you, but this pig forced me into the shed! Still, he’ll learn a lesson from it I hope! This is real isn’t it mister?�?she grinned and poked him in the ribs with the gun.

“Aint no bloody fairy tale missus for sure! But be careful with that thing!�?he snarled.

“I don’t know what you are worried about!�?Rona’s grandmother replied. “Couldn’t find any shells for it anyway!  Now, what have you brought for me Rona? Something nice to eat I hope!�?/FONT>

 

The End
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