Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Escape #2

This is a continuation of a story posted last Thursday on this site. Linking in today with Josie 2 Shoes for Two Shoes Tuesday and the words "name" and "normal". Thanks for hosting Josie...hope it's okay to use your prompts in my story.
Two Shoes Tuesdsay
After gathering all her luggage, Frances walked along the railing of the ship and down the gangplank, selecting a taxi waiting at the curb. She adjusted her cap to cover her eyebrows, meeting the sunglasses she had worn almost the entire trip. From the computer on the ship she had found a reasonably priced hotel near the wharf, so the taxi ride was short and swift. Her ears perked as she heard the noise of the English sirens traveling in the opposite direction. She checked into the hotel and placed one of her bags in the hotel safe, and asked if there was a pharmacy close by. There she purchased some hair dye and a scissors and returned to her room.

It had been some time since she had dyed her hair. Her friend had helped her in high school to change her red hair to an auburn, which she loved. Now she would be going from blonde to a dark auburn. She had even worn her cap for her passport picture to disguise her blonde hair. With careful snips with the scissors, she was able to reduce her long hair to a short bob, and admired the result in the mirror. Next she needed some different clothes. Frances spent the next couple of hours browsing in the shops and purchasing some clothes that would blend in to her environment.

Satisfied that she had covered all the bases, Frances decided to venture out to a cafe nearby for a sandwich. She was exhausted, despite the amount of sleep she had secured on the ship, but a coffee and a warm sandwich would solve the gnawing in her stomach. The food on the ship was abundant, but her appetite was not up to it.

It was a warm, sunny afternoon. The cafe was somewhat crowded with what appeared to be tourists, perhaps even some from among her fellow passengers. She placed her order, then watched people come and go from the tables. It was peaceful, and for the first time, she began to relax. Her sunglasses still covered her eyes in the setting sun.

“You’ve changed your hair.”

Frances could feel the blood draining from her face as she turned to see a man standing beside her. How could they find her this fast?

“I’m Jack Parsons. I saw you on the ship a couple of times, but didn’t get a chance to introduce myself. I thought you were blonde.” He sat down in a chair at her table. “Mind if I join you?”

“Um, I guess not,” she answered as he pulled out a chair at the table, assuming he would get a positive answer.

“I’m Frances.” It would be normal to give only the first name at this point. “I’m just having a quick sandwich and am headed back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep.” If she remained aloof, perhaps he would leave her alone.  

Where do we go from here? Will she get to know Jack, or will she avoid any future contact? What is the news back in New York?

Join me tomorrow for another picture story at Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.

Linda Kay
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