A Hole in the Pavement

      by Tahlia Newland / Romance & Love

A Hole in the Pavement


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A Hole in the Pavement
A short story by Tahlia Newland
http://tahlianewland.com
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Editor: Sandra Wilson
Cover art: Kimberley Newland
Published by Catapult Press, December 2011
Copyright, December 6th 2011, Tahlia Newland
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author at tahlianewland@gmail.com


Contents
A Hole in the Pavement
A Matter of Perception
Praise for ‘A Matter of Perception’
An excerpt from ‘Mistril’s Mistake’
About the Author
Acknowledgements
A Hole in the Pavement

Norris stared into the hall mirror and straightened his bow tie. A speck of dust clung to his suit coat. He brushed it off, patted down the wayward tuft of brown hair above his right ear and checked his watch. Precisely seven forty five. He opened his front door as he did every weekday morning and glanced to the right. As usual, the Goddess left her home, three houses closer to the bus stop, at exactly the same time.
Today, she wore a black tailored jacket and a short red skirt, and he followed her down the street acutely aware of her swaying hips, long legs and extremely high heels. She’d be tiny without them, but he liked that. Not that it mattered what he liked when he couldn’t even find the courage to speak to her. What would he say if he did? The best he could manage was to walk behind her every morning.
Norris sighed. The goddess stumbled and Norris’s heart lurched as she fell to the ground. He wanted to run and help her up, but he wasn’t sure if he should and the thought of pushing himself forward like that made his legs go weak. Suddenly, he jolted downwards, like the bump at the end of an elevator ride. He looked down and discovered that somehow he’d fallen in a rather large hole in the pavement. Norris frowned. How had he not seen it before? He didn’t even remember taking a step. However it had happened, street level was now above his knees and he had to figure out how to take the huge step he needed to escape without getting dirt all over his suit.
It required a certain amount of rocking backwards and forwards to build momentum and by the time he’d heaved himself out of the hole, it was too late to help the Goddess. She’d already climbed to her feet and was dusting off her jacket. Another opportunity missed and his life ticked steadily on towards a lonely old age.
She flicked her long dark hair over the elegant curve of her shoulder and glanced around. Norris looked away, saving her the embarrassment of knowing someone had seen her blooper. Mr Sutton’s flower garden was always worth a look, though the blooms looked a little wilted this morning.
When he heard her heels clicking on the concrete, Norris resumed his journey, following at a discreet distance. At the spot where she had fallen, he discovered the likely cause, a rough spot in the pavement. The thought crossed his mind that perhaps he should phone the council and ask them to fix it, but the usual anticipation of seeing the goddess’s face at the bus stop quickly eclipsed that idea.
It appalled him to admit that this glimpse of beauty was often the best part of his day, but he also rejoiced that he had at least that. As usual, she didn’t turn her head when he joined the little group at the bus stop, so he only saw her profile. Even so, her pale skin, high cheekbones and full mouth made him tingle inside. He tried to imagine what those dark eyes would do to him if they ever looked at him. But they didn’t. The bus came on time. The moment passed and still she didn’t know he existed. He swore that if she ever fell like that again, he wouldn’t hesitate to help her and wouldn’t care if it was appropriate or not. However, a distinct sense of unease followed his impassioned vow. Since when did goddesses need the help of ordinary mortals, anyway?
She stepped onto the crowded bus and Norris waited for the two schoolgirls and the young man in jeans to board before following. He clipped his ticket and made his way down the aisle, pleased to discover a spare seat right behind her. She sat next to a curvy blonde, but the school kids behind him made so much noise that he couldn’t hear a word she said. Not that he was trying to, of course.
Three stops before his, she left the bus and the world instantly became a duller place.
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