PITCH - PART 2

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, 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.

They all now being the family I'd never had. It was perfect. Not long after the wedding, Fiona fell ill, she couldn't get out of bed, after a day of this I brought the doctor to her, and he gave us the news that Fiona wasn't ill, she was with child. I was going to be a father, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't dream of being happier than I was right there and then.

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