Do you want to go and see a film, maybe?
I was wondering if you wanted to watch a film?
Hey, do you like films?… No, what am I doing? Come on!
Right.
Er, excuse me d-do you mind if…? Here? Is that ok? I was just thinking: there’s a girl who looks like she might be into films. I wondered if you’d like to go and see one – with me, I mean. I can’t imagine there’s much choice because Falmouth is quite a lot smaller than London, but how about it anyway? Do you fancy it? A film?
I opened my door to a small, round woman in a football scarf.
‘Is that your car?’ she said, pointing at a red Micra parked on the kerb. There was an old lady in the passenger seat.
‘No, sorry.’
‘It’s blocking me in.’
‘Yes, I can see that.’
‘Well, could you move it please?’
‘I’d love to, but it’s not my car.’
‘The lady in it says that the driver went into this house.’
The old lady in the passenger seat wouldn’t look at me. As she gripped her handbag to her chest, I saw the panic in her face.
