The Night She Fled Sadness

It was a day after the July 2023 Supermoon, Arabella was expecting to feel energised by the supermoon the way the new trendy pagans promised it would.

Instead, her head was like a balloon, her body felt like second hand cardboard and she needed to wake up at six the next morning for an important meeting with her solicitor, who was working to reduce her debts.

The curtains has been left open and Krispy her cat was ignoring her, far too busy grooming so she could meet her next door neighbour crush the next morning.

What was left of the Supermoon suddenly shone shyly and Arabella felt the Magnet pull her close. This was new!

She jumped out of bed, washed her tears with Orange Flower Water from Morocco, opened her closet and chose only three items.

A vintage Spice Girl t- shirt from her teenage years, her grandmother’s lace and crochet coat that had been passed down from generation to generation, and her beloved pair of green punk Doc Martens.

She also grabbed strawberry cheesecakes her friend Martha had baked for her to cheer her up and put inside the basket her mother had given to her for her 47th birthday.

She knew it was too hot to dress this way but she was in too much of a hurry as to think think, think and think, she got paid to think for a living…. let’s give her a break!

Last girly look into the mirror, yes, something was missing, that personal touch…. no time….only for blue lipstick from her favourite designer brand Mac.

Then another check in the buildings corridor mirror, yes, I look fine, and one in the lift- probably I’ll let my hair down!

She found herself walking towards the beautiful River Thames, North Bank, of course, where they had put that marble statue which was so sensual just to caress.

But… what did she just step on? A dog poo? She was not superstitious. Poos don’t bring good luck…. hey!!! It was a wallet.

She reluctantly picked it up with a handkerchief …no, not because she wanted to steal the cash and not leave any fingerprints behind, but because she was still scared of Coronavirus.

The wallet was empty, had a few cards inside, and a small family photo.

She was going to walk 2 miles to hand it in to a Police Station.

The supermoon was still splendid yet fading, maybe there were aliens up there recording her from the moon…

Once at the Police Station, Red like a lobster and sweating like a tennis star, she was delighted there was air conditioning, and sat down among a group of young offenders who were there just to sign in after a petty offence.

The atmosphere was warm, like a family gathering cracking jokes, all happy to be free.

-Would you like some cheesecake?

– Oh, please, mamma, I haven’t had any food all day!

All five of them dived nose first into her small basket and the cakes were all gone!

their faces ressembled clowns and they all started taking pictures of each other.

-Give me your number, granny, i’ll send them to you!

-No, way! You ate my last cheesecake, you…!!!!

-No I didn’t, I saved it for my Auntie who’s blind.

-Ohhh, that’s so sweet, you can have my number then.

As Arabella was saying the last numbers, the officer asked how he could help, she said I found a wallet by the river bank just now, she then turned her head to her sides to check if her new mates were there, but they had all vanished like white clouds.

The officer asked a few questions like where and what time did she find the wallet, her name and address, he looked very tired yet doing his best; he also thanked her heartedly, and wished her a safe night back.

Arabella now understood the power of the supermoon, it has a different effect varying upon the individual.

The lovingly well kept pavement protected her on her way back home and she was lucky to walk past a sprinkler….her clothes were reviving damp! She felt like singing a lullaby! Instead she laughed remembering the hungry offenders covered in strawberries…. she thought she’d forward the pictures to Martha, who had created all the fun and yet missed it all.

The following days were excellent, Arabella had a new youth energy in her system and had managed to get her favourite tasks handed back to her at work, she was nominated for a promotion and her Cat was pregnant, funnily enough!

One day she got some whattsapps, dozens, it were the lad from the police statio asking her to bring some cheesecake to his mates the young offenders in Prison.

After telling Martha all about it they agreed, under a few conditions: to come bake the cakes with them, bring their blind Aunt and share the cakes with prison staff and the police force aswell as with the prisoners.

Martha got a job in the institution teaching inmates how to bake cakes, the Blind auntie kept an “eye” over the lessons, just with her sixth sense, and found a new purpose in life….. but she never went out at night on a full moon.

Only now, with Arabella and the Lads, who have all found jobs at the local Patisserie!!!!

The End.