Part 2
PITCH by Tom Fairbrother
PART TWO I hesitantly turned around, but it was only a little old lady, she said "Lucy Dale?, young man." I stared at her blankly. "My room number, I need my room number, you nitwit " "Right right sorry", I said, nervously. I passed her the key and she slowly walked away, up the old rickety stairs. She was scary I thought to myself. I was on edge the rest of that day. A couple of weeks passed and the inn started getting fewer people staying and money was scarce. After a while, nobody had stayed at all so the inn went bust. Mr Ark offered to let me stay with him and his wife for a while. An unknown amount of time passed and I finally found another job. I had found work at the local butchers, he needed a delivery boy to take meat from shop to boat. It paid enough that eventually, I had scraped just enough money to live in an attic above a little local bakery. The next day I quit my job at the butchers as I'd been offered work at the bakery. A while passed and it was my 21st birthday, the owner of the bakery had a big surprise for me,
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it was a key to a little property they owned on the corner. "My own home," I said, tearing up. "You have worked so hard you really deserve this," said my boss, my friend and now my landlord. And with that, I had a place to call my own. Five years had now gone by and I had my life mapped out. I'd taken over the bakery and met a pretty girl. She was at first just someone who would come in and buy a loaf of bread every day. She'd jokingly, always say see you tomorrow handsome. One day I racked up enough courage to ask her out; Fiona and I never looked back. From that day, we were always together. A year flurried by in new love bliss, betrothed to each other, now due to be wedded in a month. Five years had now gone by and I had my life mapped out. I'd taken over the bakery and met a pretty girl. She was at first just someone who would come in and buy a loaf of bread every day. She'd jokingly, always say see you tomorrow handsome. One day I racked up enough courage to ask her out; Fiona and I never looked back. From that day, we were always together. A year flurried by in new love bliss, betrothed to each other, now due to be wedded in a month. The butcher and the baker's family all came to the wedding.
