It was
supposed to be a standard reply to a simple question from Gina on her mobile.
Perhaps it could be blamed on the two bottles of Brut, four shots of
Sambuca and two vodkas the previous evening celebrating the end of 2015.
Perhaps in bleary-eyed surrender to the blazing sun of January 1,
Felicity didn’t fully appreciate what she had sent via predictive text.
At least it wasn't as bad as that time when due to a hectic schedule and
a stressful relationship breakup she announced in the Tinnerdale School
email New Teacher Profile that ....'Miss Cressells is a swinger'. The
significant increase in the number of dads incorporating a school drop-off into
their day thrilled the principal although it wasn't Miss Cressells’ singing
talent that drew their attention.
Early on
January 1 2016, Felicity was alerted by her bicycle bell ring tone. Gina
wouldn't have been in any state to think about school holidays after the
previous night's liquid assault but the stunning run of perfect beach weather
had compelled her to secure holiday accommodation. Desperate to find
something, anything, before the first term, Gina begged Felicity to let her
know of anyone with a place to rent. Felicity recalled Miss Cressells or
Bonnie, once had a place courtesy of her partner Fred.
Felicity
wasn't the greatest speller and the swinger comment wasn't her only faux pas.
There was the embarrassing 'fanny' message last year but this was far from
her mind when through half-shut eyes staring into a screen that was almost unreadable
without any shade handy she tapped in her response and pressed Send.
Her
message, she had thought, read 'Fred and
Bonnie did : )'. Two
weeks later Gina scrolled back through her message history stopping on that
short prophetic sentence.
'Frey and
Bowie die.'
Andrew Hawkey
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