Free Sleepwalk by Ros Seddon Page B

along the High Street to meet him now she thought of these past few months since their chance encounter at the station and how fast things had moved on since that beautiful day. She turned the corner and headed for the Bad Rock and then stopped in her tracks. There he was, the love of her life; but he was not alone. He was deeply involved in conversation with someone. Someone Felicity had seen before; the leggy blonde from the nightclub. She was crying and throwing her arms about in despair. She watched as David tried to console the girl and felt her heart rise into her throat as he stepped forward and held his arms out to her. They stayed there for some time locked in an embrace. The girl lifted her head and looked up into his eyes and then Felicity saw her face. She had the face every girl dreamed of; a natural beauty with shining long blonde hair in perfect condition; perfect skin; perfect features; full lips and curves in all the right places and Felicity hated her at once. She couldn’t see his face but damn; they looked good together. She left them then, turned and walked away. He hadn’t seen her and she couldn’t see him now. She couldn’t see anything through all the tears. Back in the privacy of her car she took her foundation from her bag but as soon as she looked in the mirror the tears began to flow and she couldn’t fight them back. There was nothing you could do to this face to make it look like hers. She found a tissue and wiped her eyes, turned the key in the ignition and started to pull away as F rankie goes to Hollywood burst into the fi nal throes of ‘ The power of love . ’ Felicity turned the radio off and decided there and then that she wouldn’t see David again. It was over. Thank goodness she hadn’t slept with him. That would have made it even harder. She went back to the office and threw herself into her work. But later that night at home, with no cat to talk to she began to wonder if she had overreacted. Maybe she should have contacted him. The girl she had seen him with must have been Ellie and after all, he was still married to her and he had said she still relied on him. But she was leaning on hi m and she was gorgeous ...........
    Her fingers moved over the telephone but she didn’t lift the receiver. At nine thirty, after channel hopping on the TV remote for most of the evening she went upstairs and ran a bath; set the alarm for work and climbed into the hot soapy water where she stretched out to try and relax but instead a million thoughts raced through her mind. Thank goodness she hadn’t slept with him? Who was she kidding? It would have been better if she had. At least then she would know how it felt to be really with him. Now she would never know; never feel the closeness between them that she longed for. Felicity was exhausted by the time she fell into bed and wrapped herself in her duvet. She didn’t check her phone. She hadn’t heard it ring . She couldn’t be bothered to draw the curtains and she still didn’t see the light outside her little cottage as the car drew up in the parking bay some thirty minutes later and she didn’t hear the key turning in the lock at the back door. The last thing she remembered was the dream. She was on a white horse. A white horse for Gods sake - she’d never ridden a horse in her life , but there she was……. bareback - no saddle or anything, just her hand clutching his long flowing mane as they galloped over the sand; then suddenly he was leaping high over some rocks and she fell from his back and there she was flying head first into the hard wet sand ………….
     
    Her head hurt. It hurt a lot. She wanted to get up but she couldn’t move. She tried to open her eyes but they didn’t seem to work. It was like they were stuck down with superglue and would probably never open again. Why wouldn’t they open? She was awake wasn’t she?
    ‘Flick? Flick can you hear me?’
    Oh yes I can hear you blue eyes …….
    ‘Flick? What