
The coachman is dressed in a black suit. His trousers are worn, and his jacket hangs loosely, revealing a white unbuttoned shirt. He looks tired as he scratches his two-day stubble with his calloused hands. He’s had a hard day and night riding inebriated, noisy tourists around the May Fair, and now he’s on his way home to an empty house. His wife hates the Fair, so she’s visiting her mother with the children. Why go home? Split-Second Decisions. He’s watching a group of young local girls, dressed in ‘Flamenco’ dresses…all on their own. He feels refreshed as he pulls the reins; perhaps they’d like a free ride. Why not? He’s not expected anywhere else…
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Lovely story, Lucy. Brings back memories of holidays in Spain. My mind is working overtime now about where this story could go…
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Thanks for dropping by! Yes, stories never end really….. they can always twist and turn or just flow….!
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Another good one. I like that you left me wondering….what if?
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