A warm summer’s day and Tess boarded the tube at Leyton. As she travelled through Stratford and Bethnal Green she thought of the plans she was making for herself that were going to change her life, she’d given her notice at the advertising firm where she was working. It was a soul destroying job which paid well but benefited her nothing in her spiritual life so she had decided to travel around Africa spending time and money with people who would appreciate the cash she was sharing out while not insulting them with ‘charity’. It seemed like a better idea than just giving donations and never really knowing if the funds you gave ever even reached the people they were meant to help.
It was so hot on the train, Tess liked heat but this was just that cramped uncomfortable oppressive temperature that made the commuters stink as they pressed up against you. A change of line and Tess managed to find herself a seat. She wasn’t selfish, that was the whole point of this African expedition she was planning but getting a seat on a day like this when her legs were tired was a little victory. Plus Mark, her soon to be ex boyfriend was being a pig this morning. She went back to her daydream of what it would be like on safari and, though she knew it would be tough, she found the idea quite romantic. In this romantic frame of mind she looked at the other commuters around her now she was out of armpit level, the old woman and her dog. Why she would want to commute anywhere with a dog in tow was any-one’s guess. Poor fella, getting kicked and trampled like that.
She looked a while at a girl, pretty but a bit too chavy. The girl wore cheap rings that Tess and her friends referred to as ‘slut ballast’ on her knuckles while festooned about her neck she wore articulated clowns and cheap objects of religious devotion. She had slag tags around her neck which resembled a bar code of bruises from the previous night’s rutting. A cipher that marked her down as the possession of some Burbury clad looser. Tess was at once repulsed and jealous of her. Repulsed that she would allow a boy to mark his territory like that and jealous as it had been some time since Mark had really paid her any interest and sometimes all anyone needs is just to get shagged ragged!
The next person to catch her eye was tall and dark, what she really noticed about him was his eyes, they seemed placid and gentle. He seemed far away and as if in a dream, completely unconscious of the suits around him he was a world unto himself. Tess wondered what was going on behind those lovely almond shaped eyes, she began to think what it would be like to kiss those lids and then his lips; to have his hands caress her body. How it would feel to have the weight of him pressing down onto her and to feel the warmth of that body, sweating and writhing all over her on a hot, sticky summers night.
As she was thinking this his eyes met hers, as she was still staring, fantasising about him she blushed immediately and looked away quickly.
Looking back again just as quickly she had to see if she had been caught looking but he didn’t really seem to be paying attention. He looked down at his watch and with a slight quivering of his lips as if saying something silent to himself he depressed the detonator.
How one tiny action can change some-one’s whole future.