Easy As Falling Off A Bike pt 972.

Wuthering Dormice
(aka Bike)
Part 972
by Angharad

Copyright © 2010 Angharad
All Rights Reserved.
  
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I looked at Julie, she was more interested in reading packet ingredients than looking around.

“If I give the word, be prepared to move quickly.” I hissed at her.

“Why?” She glanced at me then up the aisle, “Oh shit–what does he want.” The colour drained from her face.

“Be ready.”

“I feel strange,” the next moment there was a crash as she fell back against the shelving, knocking cartons and tins all over the place.

I stretched forward and caught her before her head hit the ground and her father let go of his trolley and rushed over to us. “Is she all right?” he asked anxiously.

“Do you really care?” I snapped back.

“Yes I do.” He started clearing packets and tins out of the way so we could sit her down more comfortably. By now a small crowd had gathered and staff were flapping around.

“An ambulance is on its way,” said someone authoritatively.

“I think she’ll be okay, she just fainted.” I stroked her face and her eyes fluttered.

“We have a sick bay upstairs,” said the voice, still behind me.

“I don’t think she could walk up there right now.”

“C’mon, I’ll carry her,” with that Brad Kemp abandoned his shopping and picked up his daughter like she was a teddy bear. We followed the management type who took us to a lift and thence to the sick room.

It was appropriately named, just after we got there, she brought up her lunch. Thankfully, I was able to grab a bowl and shove it in front of her.

“Are you all right, um–Julie, isn’t it?” asked her erstwhile father.

“I think so,” she still looked very pale, “but since when did you care?”

“Okay, maybe I’d best go.”

“Yes, maybe you had.”

“We still love you, you know?” he said to her, “Yer mum an’ me.”

“Cathy’s my mum now.”

“Okay–I’d best go, take care, um–girl.” I escorted him to the door, “Didn’t I see you in hospital?”

“Possibly, my sister in law is a nurse,” it was partly true.

He shook his head, “I recognise your voice too, I’m sure I do.”

“You might have seen my television documentary.”

“Might of,” he said ungrammatically. “But it feels like hospital to me–I nearly died and some woman brought me back from the dead–magical she was.”

“That lets me out, I was there when you tried to harm Julie–so yes you would have heard my voice calling you all the shits under the sun. My opinion hasn’t changed, save for this one gesture of kindness of carrying her up here. Then that has to be balanced against the fact that a fear of you caused her to faint.”

“Why is she scared of me–I’m her dad?”

“I think some scarring across her throat might explain the reason.”

“You saved her that day didn’t you?”

“I got her away from you, if that’s what you mean?”

“I succeeded, didn’t I, and you stopped it bleeding–didn’t you?”

“The police and paramedics were there, too.”

“I’ve spoken with them, you saved her life and mine–it was you wasn’t it?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, I want to thank you for both, but mainly for her.”

“I don’t need your thanks to do things for Julie.”

“Okay, okay, keep your hair on, missus, I’m pleased she’s having a chance to do what she wants–I never thought I’d be able to say that, but I dunno what you done to me in that ‘ospital, but I’m different now. ‘Onest I am.”

“Sorry, but you were just going–remember?” I bustled him out of the door. “Okay, I gave you back your life–but what I did can be undone, if ever you hurt her again–you’ll die within moments–your heart will stop. Got it?”

“Jeez, you don’t mince words, do you?”

“You tried to kill her as an act of spite, if it wasn’t for me, she’d be dead and you’d be serving a life sentence. So don’t try to tell me anything, mister.”

He walked away in no doubt about my feelings towards him. As I went back to the sick room, a paramedic came dashing up the stairs with his bag of tricks. I showed him where his patient was and in ten minutes he’d decided she was okay and we were able to go finally and collect the girls from school.

On my suggestion, we simply said that Julie was taken unwell in the shop, we didn’t tell Trish and co why she became ill.

That night, she slept in my bed–coming to my room in the middle of the night saying she’d dreamt he’d cut her throat. This was how I imagined people who’d been abused as children were, dreaming of the past and waking in a sweat.

Once she’d settled down she went off to sleep without incident.

The next day we listened as all flights in and out of the country were suspended because some Icelandic volcano with an unpronounceable name spewed ash into British and European airspace. The irony being, planes were still taking off in Iceland.

Remembering that they still hunt whales, I think we should nuke Iceland and their sodding volcano. I mean the place is nothing but bad news to us Brits. If it wasn’t volcanoes then it was bloody Vikings, then the cod war, then the Icelandic banks wouldn’t pay up their debts and now we’re getting their stupid fall-out. Next time they annoy us, I think we should sink their silly island.

I tittered to myself as I filled the dishwasher, these xenophobic thoughts were flashing through my mind; after Iceland where would the British Empire strike next? I suppose we could repossess India and Pakistan, and Sri Lanka–at least we’d be guaranteed fresh tea. Then Oz and New Zealand, Canada and half of Africa, most of the Caribbean, parts of South America and would we want the US again–probably not, they’re still revolting (against their own government. Let’s face it, the ‘Mericans are ungovernable, full stop).

I’m not sure we’d want the Palestine Mandate either, although Iraqi oil would be nice as would Saudi Arabia for the same reason. Quite how we’d run the world again, I have no idea–I can’t believe anyone would want to be Prime Minister, it’s an impossible job with no thanks but plenty of wannabes. Ooh, mustn’t forget Hong Kong and Gibraltar. I suspect China would take more than a couple of weeks to overcome these days, since the Opium war or the War of Jenkin’s Ear, when the Royal Navy sank the Chinese fleet and we walked all over them, we also sank a Turkish fleet and generally anyone who annoyed us. No wonder old people think the British were superior, a bit like some Americans are arrogant today, we must have been insufferable.

A piddling little island in a cold sea conquered one way or another, over a quarter of the world’s surface. Through technology, and English as the official language of science and technology, we’ve pretty well conquered the rest of the planet too, albeit with a bit of help from the Americans.

“Are you going to be any longer, Mummy?” asked Julie’s voice.

“Eh, oh I was miles away.”

“Yes, I’d noticed–they say it happens when you get old.”

I narrowed my eyes, “Whad’ya want anyway?”

“I have to do omelettes for lunch–um, will you show me what to do?”

“After you accused me of being an old fart–why should I?”

“It was a joke, Mummy–honest, it was.”

“Hmm, make me a cuppa and I’ll think about it while I drink it.”

“Okay, Mummy, you will help won’t you?”

“I’ll see, where’s this tea then?” I smirked, the sense of power was exquisite.

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