The Coin Part 6

For those of you new to my blog, this is one of a series of posts. I started joining in with #SummerOfWords (a linky started by Helen Braid) and writing my novel one bit at a time a couple of months ago; and whilst I enjoy writing these posts, I do find them incredibly difficult. Publishing them makes me more nervous than any other type of post I publish! If you’ve been following and need a re-cap you can read part 5 here. (and if you’re new to my story then you can start at the very beginning here.)

2006

“Hi, are you Megan?” Glancing nervously up from under her recently cut fringe, she took a proper look at Elliot. He was tall, very tall and as he’d asked her who she was she could swear his eyes had twinkled. Bright blue piercing eyes, in the middle of a few laughter lines under suspiciously neat eyebrows.

“Um, hello, yes…Elliot?” She answered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her heart was racing. ‘This is ridiculous,’ Megan thought, ‘ I’ve been in more nerve racking situations than this what on earth is wrong with me?’

“Phew thought I’d approached the wrong person for a minute! Hi, nice to meet you, you look lovely,” Elliot blurted out, knowing that this was a cheesy line and sounded as if he was just saying it because he knew he should. He’d been trained by Sarah to always compliment a woman when she had made an effort, the consequences if he’d forgotten had been catastrophic. Shaking himself out of that thought he looked at Megan. He hadn’t been lying, she did look absolutely lovely. She was simply wearing jeans and a top, but it looked well thought out and he began to relax. ‘Ok, not bad, worst part over,’ he thought. “Would you like a drink?”

“Um, yes please. I’ll have a erm a white wine please.” Megan attempted to smile as she said this, but still feeling nervous and awkward she thought it must’ve looked forced. Wine was a good choice, she must not get too drunk and make a fool of herself. No gin or vodka allowed, they did not mix well with her brain at all, the last time she’d drunk those particular spirits had been very messy indeed.

They found a comfortable sofa and table to sit down at the back of the bar and from a distance looked like a normal couple. No evidence of the nervousness or the fact that it was the first time they’d ever met. If you’d been in the bar that night you’d have smiled at the happy couple in the corner, deep in conversation about travel, family and work, laughing at each other’s jokes. You’d have seen her blush occasionally when he gave her a compliment and you’d have watched him stare at her and smile when she walked to the bathroom. And if you looked closely you’d have seen her relax over the evening, shoulders loosened and brow less furrowed. If you’d been in the bar that very night, you’d have witnessed the start of something initially so very wonderful.

6 Comments on The Coin Part 6

  1. Helen Braid (@EllieAllAtSea)
    September 10, 2013 at 8:25 pm (4 years ago)

    Ooh… ‘initially wonderful’ eh? Whatever went wrong… keep writing lovely because I need to know more x

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    • instinctivemum
      September 23, 2013 at 2:13 pm (4 years ago)

      I will 😉 x

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  2. Nichola fabfortymum
    September 11, 2013 at 1:02 am (4 years ago)

    oooh you have to keep writing, I need to know what happens between them now. I have truly enjoyed this story from the start. Have faith in your talent because you have it in spades 🙂

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    • instinctivemum
      September 23, 2013 at 1:46 pm (4 years ago)

      You are too kind, but thank you! I will keep writing!

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  3. PODcast (@The_Doves)
    September 11, 2013 at 3:36 pm (4 years ago)

    You always write so beautifully, these posts are just harder because they’re more important to you! Just go with the flow and carry on, you are an incredible writer (and I need to know what happens!) x

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    • instinctivemum
      September 23, 2013 at 1:46 pm (4 years ago)

      Thank you so much for such a lovely, lovely comment! And for reading! X

      Reply

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