Moss Nook

‘A little walk?’ I suggest, heading away from the car park down Ringway Road. I watch the little houses on our right. The waitress with the ponytail will return to one of them later. She will down a glass of vodka, neat, then strip to her underwear and crash out.

On the left is a small layby where before 9/11 you could park to watch and listen to the planes thundering overhead. The landing lights loom over the fence on our left, burning in the darkness, casting a gauze of yellowish sparkles into the night sky above the road. I take hold of Erica’s arms and pull her towards me. I place my lips on hers. At first she neither yields nor resists, then she softens, but I feel nothing. I move my head to one side, while still holding her close to me. In the sky above the Moss Nook Industrial Area on the north side of the road, twin white lights can be seen growing steadily larger and brighter. At that distance they will have passed over the Pyramid and be approaching Cheadle Royal. Erica tries to say something, but her mouth is pressed against my shoulder, her voice muffled. I can hear the plane now. It’s a medium-sized passenger aircraft, a 737 or an Airbus 320. I can feel Erica squirming beneath me, trying to get free. The plane flies overhead, its deafening roar filling my ears. I turn my head to watch it overfly the landing lights and I release my hold on Erica.

From the layby you can’t quite see touchdown, but you can hear it. The sudden exhilarating explosion of reverse thrust. The application of speedbrakes. The squeal of rubber on tarmac.

I look down. Erica is straightening her clothes. She seems upset.

‘I’ll take you home,’ I say and turn and lead the way back towards the restaurant.

Several cars remain in the car park as we leave it, turning left to go back the way we came. The streets are quiet, splashed with pools of orange light. In the car neither of us speaks. When I look to the left to check for traffic, I see her face reflecting the glow of the city in the night.

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4 Responses to “Moss Nook”

  1. October 13, 2008 at 11:25 pm, smith3000 said:

    Bloody hell! It seemed like it was going to be one thing and then suddenly it’s something different altogether. A touch disturbing, I thought.

  2. June 12, 2009 at 11:48 am, Ian D Smith said:

    The A6 from Hazel Grove into Manchester never curves once. I like the comparison and awareness of the vast difference between London and Manchester, and the effects.

  3. August 15, 2009 at 11:18 am, Scott Devon said:

    Very nice, Nic. Again you use the effect of the dark journey to reveal your character. Nicely done.

  4. January 18, 2010 at 9:25 pm, Becky said:

    That was excellent. Full of tension, and great portrayal of both characters. I recognised that journey to the Moss Nook very well !


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