WAKEFIELD WHERE GIRLS ARE CREATIVE
Photography by Victoria Marchlinska
A prequel to Agatha Christie’s ‘A Caribbean Mystery’ Tim Kendal and his wife, Molly, sat on two complementary, furnished chairs overlooking the endless ocean, right up to the point that its blue eternity melted away into the cloudless sky. Molly was a simple girl really, her blonde hair and layers of make-up did little to add depth to her character, she was what she seemed - the innocent, polite, devoted wife, perhaps overworked but altogether pleased with herself. The role of hostess suited her perfectly, which was fitting really as the pair had just spent the entirety of their earnings on this, a luxury holiday resort on the island of Saint Maire in the Caribbean. As for Tim, well he seemed nice enough. A contrast to his wife, he kept himself to himself - aside from the required pleasantries needed in his line of work. Put together the two were the ideal, glamourous young couple that everyone wished to be - after all, opposites attract. They were dressed neatly but didn’t look at all out of place in the sweltering heat. Molly modelled a floral dress accompanied with a bunch of lilac and white flowers, delicately plaited into her flowing locks they mirrored a dolphin weaving through the shimmering ocean - balletic and elegant. Her husband sported a tropical print shirt, and with nearly every colour of the rainbow it was what some might regard as a bold fashion choice but with his seemingly capable, calm demeanor it was not an imprudent pick of garment. “Are you nervous?” asked Tim, turning his head as if to look at his wife but in reality keeping his eyes fixed on the view in front of him.
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“I know you did but I’ve told you before, nothing comes for free,” she sighed. “You have to give something up sometimes, for something better…” She paused and looked slowly back out to the ocean, “And this, this is our better.” “I suppose you’re right.” Reassurance received, he wheeled his way over to the bungalow where he and Molly stayed whilst living on the island. Inside, the shade and coolness offered relief to his slightly burnt skin, and he laid down on the bed like a starfish in alleviation. Finally, a bit of comfort, he thought, all that I’m giving up just so that I can reach the finish line thank heavens it will all be over soon… “You forgot your book!” shouted Molly as she came galloping through the door - before she had even entered the room! She was always so willing to please, thought Tim, but all she ever really did was annoy. If only there was a way to give her up, give her up for someone better. Lucy Hamblett - Year 10
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“Nervous, why would I be nervous?” said Molly with a childish giggle.
“Well you know, the holiday-makers are coming tomorrow. We’ve worked so hard for this and there’s even harder work to come.” He sighed, “it's just gotta go right for us - I gave up my job for this.”
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