The Moon
Janet Baldey
It
was so hot. Cindy lay in bed tossing from
side to side, searching for a cool spot.
She forced herself to stop and squeezed her eyes shut, she had to get
some sleep. At last, she gave up, plucking damp sheets
away from her body, she oozed out of
bed. Perhaps a glass of water would
help.
As she stood by the kitchen sink,
rattling ice cubes in her glass, she tried to plan the coming day but her brain
was tired. She glanced out of the window
at a black and grey panorama where nothing moved. It was like a still life. Suddenly there was a flash of light and she
looked up at the sky where a rift in the clouds had opened to reveal a slender semi-circle
of silver. She forgot the heat and caught her breath watching as the new moon’s
eerie beauty transformed the night. It
brought with it a childhood memory; every Christmas, before the New Year had
time to catch her unawares, her Mum would sit at the kitchen table laboriously
marking a bright red cross on new moon evenings. Cindy remembered herself as a teenager mocking
her mother’s stupid superstitions and from a distant void, heard her mother’s
reply.
“You may laugh, my girl. But nothing good comes of looking at a New
Moon through glass and you’d do well to remember it. You won’t always have me around to make sure
the blinds are drawn. My mum, your
grandma, used to tack up sheets over every single window to make sure we didn’t
slip up. It was like living inside a
tomb but it kept us safe.”
Cindy smiled to herself, it was a good thing
she wasn’t superstitious; she looked up at the moon again, she’d well and truly
done it now if that old rubbish was true.
Anyway, it hadn’t done her Mum much good. A brief longing flared, if
only she could have her Mum back, she’d be much kinder to her,
She pressed the cool rim of her glass against her
forehead and rolled it around. She
really must sleep; she had to get up early, there was lots to do. Top of the list was the delivery of her new
phone. A top of the range iphone 13 Pro
Max. She’d been saving up for so long but had never
got very far before her money disappeared; there was always something that
caught her eye that she must have. She
looked into her glass thinking that money and ice cubes had a lot in common,
both had a habit of melting away fast. Luckily,
dear old Dad had come to her rescue as he always did if she whined enough.
“Okay, my love, don’t fuss. You’ve got a special birthday coming up, so
I’ll foot the bill. You’ll have to pay
for the running costs mind, and when November comes, don’t forget you’ve had your present.”
She’d thrown her arms around him,
thinking November was far away. She
wouldn’t forget but he might. It had
happened before.
Number two on her list was her date
with a chap she’d been emailing for some time.
He was perfect, on paper. Tall,
dark, handsome and with a job in the City.
She sighed, It was about time she got herself a new fella, might rinse
the taste of Jason out of her mouth. She’d
been quite smitten with Jason and he’d seemed keen on her. Then one evening, he’d taken her to the Red
Lion for a pub meal and as they’d sat sipping their beers, the bare bones of
their feast still on the table, Jason excused himself “to be a gentleman” - a
quaint old-fashion phrase he often used that always tickled her. After he’d disappeared in the direction of
The Gents, she’d waited for what seemed like forever. She’d sat, staring at the door of The Gents
until she began to worry, perhaps he’d been taken ill. The worry deepened until she was quite sure
he was lying dead on a cubicle floor. Eventually, she plucked up enough courage to share
her concern with the barkeeper and he’d gone to have a look.
“No one in there, Miss.” He reported
back. She’d stared, not believing
it. Then, it dawned, she’d been ditched,
abandoned, left in the lurch. Whatever
words you used, it hurt. To deepen the
trauma, she’d no money and the bill hadn’t been paid. Luckily, the owner had been very
understanding but the embarrassment! She
still squirmed whenever she thought of it.
She stopped thinking about it.
Instead, she tried to think of all the good things that had happened
recently. There weren’t many, like a lot
of Scorpios, she seemed dogged by bad luck.
One good thing though, her recent root canal had stopped hurting - at
last.
Not expecting much, she went back to bed and at
last, sleep threw its black cloak over her and the next thing she knew a blade
of sunshine was trying to access her eyeballs. She squinted at her watch. Nine o’clock already, thank goodness she’d
taken a day off work, knowing she’d not be able to concentrate. She flew out of bed and almost fell
downstairs.
“Has it come yet?”
Her father knew what she meant. After all, she’d been talking of nothing else
for the past week. He swallowed and tiny
toast crumbs decorating his beard fell onto his shirt.
“Give it a chance love. You could be waiting all day.”
He was right.
Cindy had waited all day, most of the time perched on a seat by the
window staring out at a street that was mostly empty apart the odd cat and
women with buggies ferrying their kids to the local school. At last, she gave up and decided to give
Yodel a ring. She opened her ‘phone and
yelped loud enough to wake her father who was just catching a crafty nap to
gird himself against the drama of the new phone’s arrival.
“It says it’s been delivered. Look …”
Her mouth rivalled her eyes as she stared. “Ten minutes ago, but it can’t have. I’ve been practically stapled to the window
for the last coupla hours. And OMG look
there’s a picture….” A blurred picture
of a package leaning up against a brick wall accompanied the message. It could have been anything anywhere but just
to make sure, she made for the door, just remembering to open it before she cannoned
out. It was just as she’d thought, zero
package, zero van, zero anything. She
looked up and down the street but the only thing that moved was the glint of
sunshine on parked cars.
Wearily, she went back in to phone the
delivery company. She dreaded it. It would be the inevitable recorded message
endlessly repeating that they were sorry for the delay and thanking her for her
patience, accompanied by the same endless, brain-damaging music. It was enough to tip anyone over the
edge. She sat slumped in her chair,
waiting for the end of days. Then so
suddenly she almost forgot to press 1, a voice answered. It was so faint she could hardly hear it and
sounded if its owner was chewing gum.
“Help you?”
“I’ve been waiting in for my new phone
all day. It hasn’t come but you say it
has!”
“Order number?”
Cindy repeated the number and heard the
far-away tapping of keys.
“Your packet was delivered 45 minutes
ago.”
“No, it wasn’t. That’s the whole point.”
“Got a picture here.”
“That picture, doesn’t mean a
thing. There’s nothing to see - just
bricks.”
“Are they your bricks?” Cindy hadn’t a clue, to her a brick was a
brick.
“Have you asked your neighbours? P’raps
they took it in.”
“My neighbours are at work.”
“Is your ‘phone insured.”
“No, of course it isn’t. I haven’t got it yet.”
There was silence at the other end,
Cindy realised the girl hadn’t a clue what to do next. Anyway, they were getting nowhere, it was
time to pull on her big girl pants. She
raised her voice.
“Can I speak to your supervisor
please.”
There was a shrill whine as the
connection was broken. Cindy would have
thrown her phone across the room except it was the only one she had. After a while she pulled herself
together. P’raps Dad would sort it out
tomorrow; after all, he had all day. Meanwhile,
she had to get ready for her date tonight.
From inside a cloud of fragrance, Cindy gazed into
her mirror. She’d done her best; and sat
admiring the effect of lipstick, mascara and foundation. She’d even managed to thread her eyebrows
with glitter. She couldn’t lie to
herself, she looked stunning. She was
particularly pleased with her new set of
“What’s the use of spending all that money on your
choppers when half the time they’re covered by your lips?”
She looked at the time and jumped up, she had to
go. Didn’t want to miss him when he
looked so gorgeous – a cross between Christian Bale and a much younger Johnny
Depp.
It didn’t take her long to walk to the station although
long enough for a butterfly ball to start up in her stomach. To make matters even worse, just as she left
her house her Dad had completely spoiled her mood by warning her that if her
phone didn’t turn up, legally she’d be liable for its running costs. Thanks Dad, she thought, that was truly the
icing on the cake.
Apathetically, she glanced around the station
forecourt. She’d bet the farm he
wouldn’t turn up. Then, everything else
was forgotten as she realised she was wrong.
He was there talking to an ugly guy standing next to him. OMG he looked even more sick than his
photo. She scrabbled for her ‘phone with
a hand that was suddenly so sweaty she almost dropped it. She saw both men look at each other then she
was left with her mouth hanging open as her date winked, patted the dork on his
shoulder and walked towards a waiting train.
She was still fuming as she walked back home. How the hell did men think they’d get away
with a stunt like that? Were they so
arrogant they thought women were thick and wouldn’t notice their date had
suddenly been hit with an ugly stick?
Mind you, she’d got her own back.
The look-alike gremlin had suggested a drink and biding her time, she’d
agreed and ordered the largest and most expensive cocktail on the menu. She watched him waddle to the bar and just as
he ordered, she slipped out of a side door.
If she hadn’t been so angry she might have laughed at the thought of him
with a surplus drink on his hands. The
pub was quite crowded and somebody would be bound to notice a fat nerd sitting
on his own moodily sipping his beer with a double gin cocktail, complete with
cherry, as a chaser.
Instead, she sighed, her depression too deep to
care. At least, nothing else could go wrong.
Suddenly she leaped a full foot into the air as 240 volts swept through
her jaw. The pain was sickening and all
too familiar, her root canal had decided now was a good time to join the party.
Copyright Janet Baldey