Second Snippet

Think I am going to upload these at roughly a page at a time. It makes it easier for me and also it's not too much for someone to trawl through and attempt to remember for the next 'episode'.

Here you go.

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He liked to keep himself to himself most of the time but it was packed, there was no way he was going to be able to enjoy a corner to himself; just him, the latte and a worn day old paper. Simon had a thing about reading day old news, not because he didn’t know what was happening in the world surrounding him and in countries he never cared to travel to but, he revealed in the touch of a worn paper, the pre-creased all most battered paper. He enjoyed that in terms of a newspapers life cycle it was basically an antique. It was bustling this morning and he wasn’t sure why exactly but he did know that it was not something that he enjoyed, it gave the opportunity for his quiet moment to not happen on his only morning with which he was able to practice his ritual.

Sure enough after about ten minutes of him disappearing into his own little universe he was interrupted.

“Is this seat taken?”

“I guess not” Simon replied as he drew himself from soft curled paper to engage with his imposter. He was stunned at how beautiful the woman that stood in front of him was, she beamed a great smile at him. Fumbling a little and with a slight red glow to his cheeks Simon apologised and moved his belongings over to his side of the table.

“Busy this morning isn’t it?” Stated the woman sat opposite. What a bloody stupid and painfully obvious statement Simon thought.

“Yeah, it isn’t normally this full on a morning.” furthered Simon. He thought he should at least make some fain effort to have a conversation with her, especially as he was not likely to ever speak to someone so beautiful any time soon, if at all.

“Are you a regular then?” she replied.

“Well not exactly, but I suppose I do come her quite a lot. Serves the best coffee around here and I like the feel of the place”

“So you have tried a lot of coffee places then? I have just come to the area so don’t really know of anywhere to do anything around here.”

“Oh, you have! Where do you come from originally? There isn’t a lot to do around here in all honesty, it’s quite quiet but that’s what I like about it. Nice little corner of the country.”

“I moved from a place abroad. I won’t bore you with any details but I am glad of a small quiet place to stay. Used to live in a city with all the rush and rat race. Good to have a break from it all and to breathe some fresh air for once!”  

“I bet! I have never really lived in a city, only ever visited when I felt the need or went for work. I can imagine it’s probably a nice break though – to escape.”  

As the woman started to reply Simon didn't actually take anything much of what she said in. Not because he was being rude or had no interest in what she was saying but more that he was entranced by her eyes. They were a vivid green, with some specs of a little blue streaking through them, with further examination it was more difficult to withdraw his gaze becoming more and more drawn in by them. Simon imagined that he was swimming through her soul, dancing through her experiences and learning everything there was about her.

“…I better be off now anyway; only stopped for a quick espresso so I should really get going. Hopefully we will meet again if you are a regular and sorry for disturbing you.” 

Suddenly Simon was pulled back into his seat and in front of the table. Quickly taking in what she had just said he replied.

“Sorry, but I never caught your name?”

Gathering her things and rising from her seat the lady eventually replied.

“I’m Imogen.”  And with that she left the coffee shop. 

Book Snippet One

Here is the first part I could be bothered to write for a book I am going to start. Doesn't give too much away but it's the only snippet I had from the old book, so it will start like this I think. Give more of an idea of how the book will be written. Enjoy, hopefully?!

Simon didn’t enjoy this situation, she had already completed her awkward task, if it could possibly ever be awkward, a woman undressing herself. Men do suffer this disadvantage; unless you are a fireman, policeman or trained in the art of stripping, it’s unlikely you are going to look particularly ‘fetching’ as you’re undressing, as Simon was neither he did feel slightly disadvantaged.  Simon was thankful that he had put a shirt on today, opposed to his usual ill fitting polo top, which made it a lot simpler undressing his top half. The one thing he felt he needed to get right with taking his shirt off, was to not rush it, so as to not appear too eager and desperate but, not take too much time which could give the impression he wasn’t interested and would rather watch ‘Question Time’. He thought he had mastered the art, getting the timing perfect until he noticed the clock be the side of her bed changing from 56 to 57 minutes past, he panicked, fumbling with the rest of his buttons and tearing the shirt off. Next it was the trousers, worrying for time he decided that undoing the trousers would only slow him down. He tugged at his trousers pulling them down as quickly as possible, pulling down at the same time his underwear. Simon fumbled as he attempted to pull his trousers back up along with his underwear, losing balance in the process and falling, face planting the edge of the bed. Blood immediately spilt from his nose on to the bed covers, Imogen jumped from the bed coming to Simons aid.

“Shit, you okay?”

Mumbling, with his trousers still round his ankles, Simon hurriedly scuttled past her and in to the en suite. Flailing around the bathroom, he found some toilet roll and rolling two pieces up into buds he pushed them up his nose. Simon also took this opportunity to take his trousers off properly, leaving his underwear on this time. Left only in his socks and boxers, Simon debated whether this encounter deserved his sock removal, after a minute of pondering Simon came to the conclusion it was. For him any sexual encounter was worth a sock removal, considering that they were very few and far between. Opening the door, he walked in on Imogen changing the bed sheets, something Simon wouldn’t consider particularly mood setting but as she wasn’t dressed and this was rare for him, it appeared to get him going, proof provided by a certain part of his anatomy. After placing the newly covered duvet on the bed, Imogen turned to find Simon stood there with two bloody pieces of toilet roll sticking out of his nose and in his baggy, loose fitting boxers, which appeared to be growing. Hardly the most attractive sight but this didn’t seem to faze her, clapping her hands to dim the lights, she moved herself to the top of the bed. Walking forward, Simon made his way over to her, clipping his shin as he climbed on to the bed to join her. He winced slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice and pulled himself closer to her.

First, boring & dull post ;)

This is the first post on the new blog, I don't like the idea of blogging but after recent mishap with a book I have been writing and completely losing it I decided that maybe writing an instalment at a time here may help. Not only will it 'back up' my work it will also possibly be able to drum some interest into the book and a little criticism too! That's it for now. May as well make this post uninteresting so you can get on reading the others - when they come. 

Ta,

Mr. C