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THE ETERNAL by Bobby Asghar : Chapter 1

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BOBBY ASGHAR pub, her friends were all about, and he’d asked her to step out. “But it’s cold out.” Her speech was only slightly slurred—or so she thought. A half-cut couple staggered into her on their way in, and her glazed, blue eyes pulled tight to frown at them. She wasn’t wrong; it was brass monkey weather, but Dave wasn’t going to let her know he thought that. The bar was loud, had too many faces—familiar and otherwise—and the street outside it wasn’t much better. The sooner they got moving, the sooner they’d warm up. With that in mind, he raised his arms out and basked, making out it wasn’t so bad, and he told her as much. She liked him, he knew that—she’d stepped out after all—but she didn’t reply. The silence told him that the clanging brass nuts were tipping the scales, and if he wasn’t quick she’d be back inside with her friends. Stepping up, he went all in and gave her a kiss—their first, a brash move, could have gone either way—but just like Del Boy said: he who dares Rodney, he who dares. Slowly pulling away he smiled at her, and she beamed back. He took her hand. “C’mon.” She didn’t verbally agree, but she didn’t say no either, and the euphoria in her eyes told him that she wanted to, so he led her across the road. Lisa was grounded, for a girl from a broken home. Her mother had come from one too, but was far less so: headstrong, impetuous, volatile, yet beneath it all fragile and vulnerable; she was as balanced as a buckled wheel. But they loved each other. She loved her father too. A horse of a different colour—literally: his parents had emigrated from Pakistan—he was gentle, caring, considerate; if anything, too much so. It was their incompatibility which made divorce inevitable, and with their temperaments in mind, her father had about as 2

THE ETERNAL much chance of coming out of it unscathed as a crosseyed veterinarian giving an agitated tomcat a rectal examination. Still, switching between them every Friday after school was probably better than a life beneath storm clouds. A product of her parents and upbringing, she could have acquired a fair share of the bad, but she hadn’t. She was a daddy’s girl. The kind that would say poo or doody rather than swear in his presence; and duty, when said with an American accent on the TV, still turned dramatic scenes to skits—the more rugged the role, the funnier she found it. But even the most level-headed of eighteen-year-olds had a little bipolar in them; now a tipsy, carefree student in Manchester, she was a million miles from home. “Down here,” Dave said. The canal bank was steep, muddy, stretched into darkness. She wasn’t so sure. “We can go back—” “No.” She liked him—at least she thought she did— and she didn’t want to ruin it. “But not too far.” There wasn’t another soul to be seen on the towpath. Though at the very heart of a concrete jungle, the setting was far removed, and the diminished light amplified its feel: the air was dense, musty, like a forest floor left wet with autumn dew; the canal was darkest onyx, flat, and streaked with reflected light; leafless trees stood gaunt on either side, their reaching digits lost in darkness; and spanning the water just ahead was a low bridge. She’d crossed it a thousand times, but she’d never once thought of seeing it from below. Now that she had, she wished she hadn’t—or at least that it was day-time—the black vacuum beneath it broke the towpath in two and turned the ambient feel from 3

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