Kiss me on the bridges…..

Lizzie’s job was going nowhere. The dead-end-ness of it all was becoming unbearable and to add insult to injury the pressure was mounting. She had seen the strain in her colleague’s faces. Staff cuts and pay cuts were happening in all departments and then extra work was piled on to her.

‘Not today!’ she said adding a hint of lip-gloss in the taxi mirror. ‘Today they can screw themselves!’

She was wearing her favourite knee length dress, black heels and her hair was rolled up in a neat sexy style. Her friends Imogen and Julia had already phoned to say they were on their way to town, and best of all she knew that the person most special to her would be there.

They queued impatiently at road works. It was a hot day and she was in no mood for hanging around in the stuffy automobile waiting for the temporary lights to turn green. After a good twenty minutes the traffic began to move and she gave a sigh of relief, eyeing the pay meter irritably. At last they rounded the corner and drove into the main street. Clutching her Chanel bag she leapt out of the cab telling the driver to keep the change and crossing the road to the tavern.

The place was buzzing and she soon saw people she recognised. As she walked into the beer garden she was scanning all the tables for the person she had come to see. Jack Morgan. There he was sitting with a crowd of friends surrounded by some beautiful women. He did not get up to greet her but played it cool.

 She found a table with her friends and sat lapping up the last rays of afternoon sunshine and sipping exotic cocktails.

‘This is the life!’ she said to herself. The buzz of conversation and chatter between friends flowed through her brain like a hot spring, soothing her weariness and leaving behind the painful days of solitude.

‘Where have you been?’ A voice spoke behind her.

She looked around.

‘Oh behind my desk mostly,’ she laughed. ‘I do crawl out occasionally.’

‘Too much work and not enough play.’

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jack Morgan. Everybody at his table was laughing because one of his friends had put on a lady’s hat. The blonde in question leaned towards him drunkenly, puffing cigarette smoke and laughing. Moments later Jack got up and came over to Lizzie’s table.