Sabr Hemmings was
petite and had beautiful strawberry blonde hair and at 27 years old she was
running the family business.
The name Sabr was an
Arabic word for the Islamic virtue of "patience", although neither
Belinda nor her husband were Arabs or Islamists, she read it in a book when she
was expecting her daughter and fell in love with the name.
Her mother, Belinda,
was now seriously ill, so her father was preoccupied with looking after her and
her younger brother Carl was at university.
The Hemmings family
had run the Post Office and General Store at the southern end of Sharpington
since the 1930’s after a family rift.
Sabr’s grandfather had
been one of the sons in “Hemmings and Son’s Funeral Directors” but he had a
falling out with his father about the suitability of the girl he planned to
marry, he left and the two never spoke again.
Sharpington-by-Sea is
a traditional seaside resort complete with a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels,
crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre,
and illuminations, all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, as
well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.
Which was the first purpose-built
amusement park to open in Britain, which had an assortment of rides, like the
Rotor and the Wild Mouse, The Cyclone and the Morehouse Galloper, all very tame
compared to a 21st century roller coaster but was still great fun.
It was also a popular
resort for retirees and boasted a number of static caravan parks.
Despite the fact that
she was raised as a Christian by practising Christian parents who were always,
and indeed still were very active in their church Sabr had never been a
particularly spiritual person, though not an unchristian person.
She did however
believe in a power greater than herself, and she was not uncomfortable in
calling that power God.
The church however had
always been a different matter and she had in fact always been quite dismissive
about those interfering Christian do-gooders, doing good works and muttering on
about their relationship with God.
She had never had a
relationship with God other than the fact that she knew without a doubt that he
existed.
But other than the
mutual acceptance that the other did in fact exist they pretty much left it at
that.
She had not been a
regular visitor to His house since she was sixteen when she was given the
option to follow her own path, her parents thought optimistically that she
would choose to continue on the path they had led her along, but they were to
be disappointed.
So, her interactions
with the church were restricted to hatches, matches and dispatches and the odd
Christmas carol service, that was of course until her mother was diagnosed with
cancer.
She wasn’t sure what
prompted her to attend St Lucy’s church again on that bitter cold day in
February, it may have been to mourn her dear Grandmother who died the month
before, and it might have been the despair she felt after her mother’s
diagnosis or perhaps she just needed to reset her compass.
Whatever the reason
was it reawakened something in her and every week after that she would find
herself standing at the back of St Lucy’s yodelling out “how great thou art” or
some other heart felt rendition.
The news of her
redemption somehow reached her Aunty Claire’s ears, and she became a little
less of a pariah.
Which was just as well
because it was Aunty Claire who managed the Post Office side of the business
and allowed her to run the shop.
By the time May came
around she was a regular attendee at St Lucy’s and divined great strength from
her time there.
She had decided that
she would put all of her energies into the shop and take all the burdens upon
herself to allow her father to concentrate on looking after her mum.
Of course, she needed
help in the shop and she had a small group of part timers she knew she could
trust but she was always looking for fresh blood.
But most of the
youngsters were drawn towards the bright lights of the arcades and the Fun Park
so she had to put in longer and longer shifts herself when she was shorthanded,
so she had little time for anything else.
So the last thing she
needed was another distraction which on one day in the middle of May came in
the form of Adam Jones.
Her eyes were drawn to
him the moment he entered the shop, he was tall and slim with thick black curly
hair just long enough to cover his collar, with brown eyes and a toothy smile
which lit up the whole shop.
Adam was a couple of
years older that Sabr and he was Detective Constable in Sharpington, and if
shop keeping was the Hemmings family business, then for the Jones’s it was
policing, his father was a Chief Superintendent in Abbottsford, his uncle was
an Inspector in Northchapel and his brother was a Sgt in Mornington.
He was in the shop for
about ten minutes, and she caught him sneaking a look in her direction a few
times and when he eventually went to the counter with a basket full he said
abruptly
“St Lucy’s”
“Excuse me?” Sabr said
“I’ve been trying to
recall where I had seen you before” he explained
“It’s St Lucy’s”
“Yes, that’s right”
she said realizing why he had kept looking at her.
“I’m Adam” he said
“It’s a pleasure to meet a fellow congregant”
“Indeed” she agreed
“I’m Sabr”
“Sabr, that’s a corker
of a name” he said, and she smiled with pride
“Thank you” she said
and went on to explain where it came from.
“Well, it’s a
beautiful name” he said as he picked up his bags “I’ll see you Sunday perhaps”
“Perhaps” she agreed
“Goodbye”
He didn’t normally
shop at Hemmings because he had a flat in Jubilee Court which gave him a view
of Jubilee Park as well as a sea view, it was also situated at the opposite end
of the seafront.
He just happened to be
on a call up at the Potters Lane caravan park so he decided to pop in as he was
passing, he thought he would definitely shop there again though.
Sabr was a little
flushed after her left, he had definitely been flirting with her and she rather
enjoyed it, but then she chastised herself
“You don’t have time
for that nonsense”
Nonetheless she looked
for him at church on Sunday and was disappointed when she was unsuccessful.
After failing to
locate Adam at St Lucy’s on the following Sunday and initially being
dissapointed by the fact she decided that in the end that it was definitely for
the best.
Of course she was
unaware of the reason Adam had been conspicuous by his absence.
He had been seconded
to Tipton where there had been a child abduction and they needed to draw extra
resoursees from all over Downshire.
But Sabr wasn’t aware
of that so as May drifted seemlessly into June she put him out of her mind.
The shop had been very
busy and one of her regular staff was on holiday for two weeks, so she was
really stretched, and she was feeling the pressure.
But then David Goodman
walked in, and he always cheered her up, he was a retired teacher and he had
taught Sabr so he knew her well.
He always flirted
outrageously with her mum, and she would always flirt back.
They had known each
other for years, when she was still Belinda Church and she had been a
bridesmaid at his wedding.
But alas she was ill
so there would be no flirting.
Instead, he enquired
about Belinda and Sabr put on a brave face.
She got the impression
he was about to say something when Gwen Quinton-Smith walked through the door.
She was a rather plain
looking woman just the wrong side of 60, quite small and slim and choosing to dress
in the twin set and tweed style.
She was very
flustered, though she often was, so they waited until she eventually regained
her composure and then David raised the question of full time or part time work
for a girl called Wendy Corney with the two of them at the same time.
Gwen said that she
would ask around the ladies at the Women’s Institute but in the meantime, she
did have some odd jobs about the house that needed doing.
Sabr also promised to
give Wendy a few hours in the shop while her mum was ill, and she could start
the same day.
She wouldn’t under
normal circumstances just employ anyone but if David Goodman thought she was ok
then that was good enough for her because he was an exceptionally good judge of
character and if the girl worked out, she would be a God send.
It was about forty
minutes later when she looked out the window and could see David giving a
skinny tomboy a pep talk and the girl with short mousy blonde hair which made
her look like a shaggy dog hung on his every word.
She could make out
what he was saying but she stood up straight and gave him a wonky smile in
response.
Then she heard the
girl say
“What if she doesn’t
like me?”
Just before they
walked into the shop
“Sabr! This is Wendy”
he said
“Hello Wendy” Sabr
said
“Hi” she replied
trembling
“Don’t look so
worried” Sabr said “I won’t bite”
She was very impressed
with the girl, she was a hard worker and as keen as mustard and she was a quick
learner.
At the end of her
shift Sabr said
“You did well Wendy”
“Thanks” Wendy said “I
enjoyed it”
“Good, Same time
Thursday then”
As the weeks passed,
she increased Wendy’s hours, so by the middle of July she was doing two full
days a week and virtually every evening.
Which was the only
good news for her, as her mum’s health was deteriorating, and she still hadn’t
seen Adam again.
But because Wendy had
learned so fast and was such a willing worker, she felt able to take a couple
of hours off and go swimming.
She loved to swim but
not in the sea, fortunately she was not alone in that preference and there was
a wonderful pool in Sharpington which had a retractable roof, so it was an
indoor pool when the weather was cold and a Lido when it wasn’t.
It was a very modern
facility with modern unisex changing rooms with two long rows of cubicles
flanked by lockers.
She didn’t altogether
like the idea that when she was in a cubicle drying her bits there was some
pervert in the next cubicle drying his, but she thought it was a small price to
pay.
She had a lovely swim
and was enjoying it so much she almost forgot the time.
So, she was in a
cubicle getting dressed, with only her shorts left to put on and she could
suddenly hear a familiar voice nearby and it was right outside her cubicle
door.
“I’m ready this end”
the voice said
It took a moment or
two to get her shorts on and then she opened the door and found Adam was right
there wearing a pair of black speedos and clutching a towel.
“Hello” she said, her
eyes scanning every inch of his muscular body
“Oh Sabr” he said not
quite knowing what to do
“I didn’t know you
came here,” he said
“Yes, whenever I can”
she replied still casting an appreciative eye over his well-toned figure.
She blushed when he
noticed her looking, and trying to cover her embarrassment and failing she said
“I’d better get going”
“Don’t come out” he
said forcefully, and she recoiled and then she could hear a commotion a little
way away and then he pushed her gently back into the cubicle.
“What’s going on?” she
asked with concern
But before he could
answer she could hear naked feet running on the tiled floor and then Adam
stepped back out the door and body checked a man into the opposite wall and
then knock him down on to the floor.
“Stay still” he
shouted “You’re under arrest”
He then proceeded to
read him his rights while a uniformed officer handcuffed the man.
As two officers lifted
the man to his feet Adam turned around and walked towards her and said
“I’m sorry I didn’t
mean to be sharp with you, but I didn’t want you to get hurt”
“Erm well um” she
babbled
“Sit down” he
suggested “you’re obviously shaken up”
“Who was that?” she
asked when she had composed herself
“A very unpleasant
man” he replied
“What did he do?”
“He is the man behind
the Tipton child abduction” he said in a hushed tone
“Bastard” Sabr said
“Did he do things to
the boy?” she asked dreading the answer
“No” he replied “his
plan was to auction him to the highest bidder so that they could abuse
him”
“Is that why you haven’t
been to church?” Sabr asked
“Yes, I was seconded
to a task force to find the boy and those responsible” he said
“Adam!” someone called
“I have to go, are you
alright now?”
“Yes, I’m fine” she
replied “See you Sunday?”
“I hope so” he said
and then he was gone
It was the morning of
the first Saturday of July and furthermore the gods had delivered to the folk
of Sharpington a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far in fact.
Sabr didn’t appreciate
that fact she was more concerned with her mum who had had a very bad night.
Thanks to Wendy she
had plenty of cover in the shop, so she went for a walk along the promenade to
clear her head.
She walked towards the
attractions and then turned right and decided to take a stroll along the pier.
She stopped when she
reached the end and stood at the rail and gazed out to sea.
“Do you come here
often?” David Goodman asked, and they both laughed.
“Who’s running the
shop this morning if you’re here?” he asked her
“My Dad and Wendy” she
said
“How is Wendy doing?”
“Very well, she’s a
very hard worker; I have to force her to go home”
That was because she
didn’t have much of a home to go to, but she was a hard worker.
“And your mum?”
“Not good I’m afraid”
she replied sadly
“I’m sorry to hear
that” David said, and she turned towards him and broke down and he held her and
comforted her for the next ten minutes.
They sat down on the
bench at the end of the pier, and she unburdened herself on him and David
listened intently and when she had finished he simply said
“You don’t need me to
tell you what to do, you already know”
Afterwards David
walked her back to the shop, she thanked him and gave him a hug and then went
back to work.
The next day Sabr was
up bright and early and spent longer than usual in the bathroom and was among
the first congregants to arrive at St Lucy’s which proved to be a mistake.
Because the moment she
stopped moving she had time to think, and it was all negative.
When she first met Adam,
she told herself
“You don’t have time
for that nonsense”
But then after talking
to David Goodman on the pier he convinced her that life was too short to not
take the chances that life offered.
And she took all of
that on board and decided she should throw caution to the wind which was why
she got up early that morning and preened, perfumed, and powdered herself to
make the best of herself so that she might seize the moment.
But sitting alone in
the church her resolve was fast melting away.
“Hello Sabr” he said,
“you look lovely”
“Oh, hello Adam” she
replied a little flustered.
“You’re early” he said
“So are you” she
pointed out
“I’m always here at
this time” he said “when I’m not working”
“Oh, sorry”
“I’m glad” he said
“Excuse me?”
“I’m glad you’re
early” Adam said, and she blushed terribly which made him smile.
“You’re not working
today then” she said changing the subject.
“No” he said, “What
about you?”
“I’m free all day” she
said hopefully
“How about lunch
then?”
“I’d like that” Sabr
said
So, after the service
Adam drove her to Dulcet-on-Brooke where they ate lunch at The Waterside Inn and they weren’t the only couple from Sharpington sharing
an intimate meal together.
Sabr had taken a
chance, exposed herself, risked rejection and got her reward and they spent a
warm summer afternoon in the beer garden on the banks of the River Brooke.
