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Esmeralda climbed wearily through the skylight onto the crow-black sloe-black tarry roof of the chip shop and sat down on an empty oil drum.
Being a soft, ruddy, country-looking girl, inclined to freckles, with big blue eyes, and curling , brown hair, and a soft voice, and rather strong abs, she was considered a little old-fashioned and 'womanly'.She was not a 'little pilchard sort of fish'...Dave called her 'Moi little larngoosteen', whatever that meant.
Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened...white breast of the dim sea...wavewhite plastic bags shimmering on the dim tide. A cloud began to cover the sun slowly, wholly, shadowing the bags in deeper green...the sea lay beneath her, a bowl of bitter waters.
Esmeralda was surprised that Dave the lobsterman had not recognised her the previous day in the chip shop. After all they had spent eight years in the same classroom. Dave had departed suddenly just before the CSE exams, leaving Esmeralda to enjoy a modest success in Latin, Mathematics and Pottery.
Even in those days Dave had towered over the other pupils and most of the teachers. He was three years older than the other boys in the class; his unique learning style was not easily accommodated at St Jude's school.
Dave had his first motorbike at the age of twelve, and roared up to the school gates each day with a roll-up dangling from his fleshy, devil-may-care lips.
He was destined to follow in his father's footsteps and would one day inherit the twenty foot ketch which was a familiar sight around the lobsterpots in the bay.
Esmeralda had found him uncouth and charmless in those days, although many of her friends had enjoyed rides on his machine and a puff on his roll-up.
Her mother was of the same opinion and advised Esmeralda to aim higher than a crustacean gatherer for her husband.
After leaving school Esmeralda took two years out to find herself in South America. She still had her pet jaguar Guapa to remind her of those far-off times. Guapa was her constant companion and slept on Esmeralda's bed, smelling of straw and raspberries...
to be continued