[10 out of 20] Miss Marpe: gen
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sweetandshortTitle: Mother's Wisdom
Fandom: Miss Marple - Agatha Christie
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: Wisdom
Summary: Jane Marple bumps into a crush years after.
Jane Marple stood on the pavement long after the taxi had disappeared. That was him. She hadn’t recognised him in the moment, or rather, moments. There was the moment when he had rushed at Jane as she bent to retrieve a glove she had dropped when opening the door of the taxi. She hadn’t also recognised him the moment when he inserted himself bodily between Jane and the taxi, using his back and shoulders to wedge her out of the way. She had recognised him when he dove, dragging his companion by the arm, into the interior of the vehicle—or when he had sworn, then spat at Jane’s feet before slamming the door and uttering more profanities, clearly audible through the glass of the window, at the cabbie.
It had taken time for her eyes and her mind to align and place him, and in that time, he was gone.
She hadn’t expected to see him again, of course, not after mother had nipped their friendship in the bud.
She had cried for a week!
Imagine, a week of tears over that dreadful man!
How right mother had been!
Jane considered herself lucky to have survived her own infatuation.
Fandom: Miss Marple - Agatha Christie
Rating: Gen
Length: 200
Prompt: Wisdom
Summary: Jane Marple bumps into a crush years after.
Jane Marple stood on the pavement long after the taxi had disappeared. That was him. She hadn’t recognised him in the moment, or rather, moments. There was the moment when he had rushed at Jane as she bent to retrieve a glove she had dropped when opening the door of the taxi. She hadn’t also recognised him the moment when he inserted himself bodily between Jane and the taxi, using his back and shoulders to wedge her out of the way. She had recognised him when he dove, dragging his companion by the arm, into the interior of the vehicle—or when he had sworn, then spat at Jane’s feet before slamming the door and uttering more profanities, clearly audible through the glass of the window, at the cabbie.
It had taken time for her eyes and her mind to align and place him, and in that time, he was gone.
She hadn’t expected to see him again, of course, not after mother had nipped their friendship in the bud.
She had cried for a week!
Imagine, a week of tears over that dreadful man!
How right mother had been!
Jane considered herself lucky to have survived her own infatuation.
