#British #RomCom Fifth chapter, first draft #chicklit Read an excerpt now

Just finished the first draft of chapter five, here’s a snippet. Hope you enjoy it.

Sam was taking ages so Ella followed her into the toilets. They were amazing, something from a bygone era, shiny dark green and white tiles, mahogany doors and frames, polished brass taps and pipes and door knobs. A plaque on the wall explained how the village ‘took pride in the conveniences’ and asked people to ‘respect the premises.’ Ella suppressed a snigger and called out to Sam.

‘You okay Sam?’

‘Feeling better,’ Sam shouted back, although Ella could hardly hear here because the cubicles went from floor to ceiling, not open at the top and bottom like modern toilets. ‘Won’t be long.’

‘Okay,’ Ella shouted. Then decided that since she was here, and the toilets were so nice, she might as well use them. Who knows what they might find at Spring Cottage, if it had been empty so long, the water was probably turned off. Ella pushed open a cubicle door, there was large money box with a slot saying ‘1d’ on it. She wondered how much that was but was glad it didn’t seem to need a coin in it now. The door closed behind her with a reassuring clunk.

The she heard Sam’s door close with a clunk too. Good, Sam must be feeling better.

‘Wait for me,’ Ella called, but Sam didn’t answer.

Ella pulled the chain, also brass, with a porcelain pull on the end, then turned the knob to open the door. Nothing happened. She pulled it harder. Still nothing happened. It was stuck solid, so solid that it felt as though it wasn’t a door at all. She tried lifting it up, a trick that usually worked, but there was still no movement. The door was well and truly stuck. Because the cubicle was floor to ceiling there was no way to escape. Ella spotted a window, tiny and six foot from the ground, even if she could have reached it, which she couldn’t, it would be no good, it had bars on it.

‘Sam,’ she shouted, filling her lungs with air before shouting again, even louder, ‘Sam.’ She waited for Sam to shout back. Nothing.

Ella shouted again, then started banging on the door, she banged the door so long and so hard her hands hurt. If only she hadn’t left her phone in her bag and locked in the car.

‘Sam,’ Ella shouted and banged the door at the same time. Where the hell was Sam? Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Ella stopped to get her breath. ‘Sam,’ she called out again.

‘Ella?’ Sam’s voice was muffled and distant.

‘Sam, I’m stuck in here.’ Ella banged on the door again.

‘Ella. I’ll push the door.’ Sam’s voice was clearer now that she was immediately behind to the door. Whether Sam pushed the door or not, it was hard for Ella to tell, because it didn’t move, not even a rattle. ‘It’s no use,’ Sam shouted. ‘I’ll get help.’

Ella put the toilet lid down and slumped onto the seat. She hoped there were more people about now than there had been ten minutes earlier. But as the minutes ticked past, it seemed there weren’t. This is a good start, Ella thought.

Suddenly the door was being rattled, she heard a tiny little clunk and the door swung open. A rosy cheeked man in his sixties gave her a big beaming smile.

‘Sorry it took so long,’ he said, ‘we had to get a penny. It’s free to go but you have to spend one to get out. Ha ha ha.’

This is a first draft, so please excuse any errors.

Missed excerpts from chapters 1-4? Check them out under recent posts on the right>>

I’ll be publishing an excerpt from chapter six next week – follow my blog so you don’t miss it.

And, if you haven’t already tried them, check out my free short stories. (Completely different to this, and my two books). And if you like a little paranormal/mystery/romance and general British weirdness, try The Finder and The Illusionist.


About cjmorrow13

I love to write about everyday life as though viewed side on - I like to catch the object which moves in the corner of your eye and disappears when you turn. I'm fascinated by the ordinary man, or woman, who isn't quite what they seem. I like to see the magic and mystery in every situation and relationship. Life intrigues me and I often find it amusing. When I don't like what's going on in the world, I write another one. Join me.
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