The Locket by Hope Huggs (Part 3) An Original Story
She rested in the bus stop for a couple of hours, maybe more, she was exhausted, but she could now see and hear the movement of the village as it started to come to life.
What she had to concentrate on right now was getting to London where she could ‘disappear’ into the hustle and bustle and to call the number she had memorized, and to be able to do it without looking over her shoulder.
She had made this far, she wasn’t going to go back, or be made to go back. He had taken away so much of her life already.
Walking through the town, she caught her reflection in the window of the only newsagent in the village and almost didn’t recognize the bedraggled ragamuffin looking back at her.
She would have to do something about that.
She’d packed a little makeup in her rucksack and a hairbrush and looked around for somewhere with a mirror to ‘fix’ herself up a bit, as she didn’t really want to do it in the reflection of a shop window.
Then she saw it.
The newspaper.
With the words “missing” and her face plastered all over it.
She let a cry that sounded like a strangled fox, glad that no-one appeared to hear it.
Gulping and retreating fast, she throws the makeup in the bin, it was better she looked like this - she might not be recognized…
She knew this might happen, but not so soon…
It hadn’t even been 24 hours, he must have a pulled a few strings to do this.
Retreating back to the bus stop, she took out the scissors and tiny mirror from her bag and hacked off the beautiful blonde hair that had made her into a trophy when they were out and about and a prisoner at home. It was lucky that in a former life, she had done hairdressing, so it didn't look too much of a hatchet job.
She knew was on limited time if she stayed here.
She had to get to London.
Today.
She knew she wouldn't be able to walk it, but with a resigned grin, she knows her long curvy legs and her sultry smile would help her hitch a lift, once she got a bearing of which direction London actually was.
Her hotchpotch plan of not running in a straight line had got her very befuddled indeed.
To be continued
to London ….the streets are a bit confusing there
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I'm intrigued by what the truth is...thanks for a good story.