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friend Donna; she needed a laugh and Donna would certainly provide that. Donna was fun and her best friend; they had a deep secret that they both shared and from that day they had become as close as sisters. She fell asleep with that thought in her mind drifting into her dreams. She dreamt of Darren, she dreamt of Charlotte and then she dreamt of being stalked.
She slept-in, longer than she meant; her night had been restless as she tossed and turned and she didn’t really fall asleep until the early hours. The stalker dream particularly disturbed her. She wasn’t one for having bad dreams, but this one had woken her in a cold sweat.
She couldn’t recall much of the dream at all; other than it was a man and he was chasing her down a dark alley. She was running away from him but in her dream it felt more like she was running on the spot and her chaser was never more than three feet away from her. There was no end in sight, just an everlasting alley and in her hand, she was carrying something. It was her book ‘Charlotte’s Dream’.
Apart from her somewhat restless night, she felt quite refreshed and she thought that the lie-in had made up for her lack of sleep. She’d planned on doing some writing before meeting Donna but she would have to give that a miss now. She wasn’t too perturbed. Her enthusiasm, somehow, for that book, had gone; not for the one she had written, but the one her publisher wanted it to be. She had to do it, she knew that, as she was going to need the money, but it could wait for today. Maybe after I’ve had a good catch up with Donna. She put on her best jeans and her recently bought, beige top and made her way to Caesar’s. It was time to switch off from the rest of the world and enter her friend Donna’s world; it always seemed far more exciting.
Caesar’s was a popular eating place just between the two beaches of Trecco Bay and Sandy Bay on the holiday resort of Porthcawl. The food was simple and mostly English though they did offer the odd curry and some Italian options. As Carla pulled up to the carpark she could see Donna sitting at a table near the window. She waved frantically, through the glass, as Carla got out of her car and she rushed into the restaurant to sit opposite her friend. They had been friends since they were teens and always used to be seen together, until life got in the way. Now they would meet up once or twice a month; sometimes for lunch and sometimes for a night out on the town. In-between those jaunts they would occasionally visit each other at their homes. Donna was blonde, blue eyed and at thirty-four was every bit as beautiful as Carla. Heads would turn when either of them walked down the street. There would be a stampede when they walked together. It was a friendship both girls knew would never be lost, they would always be there for each other, whatever the circumstances. Sometimes Carla would wonder what she would do without her friend. She was always there for her, always ready to comfort her when previous relationships had broken up, supporting her through writing her first novel when most people were telling her to give up and get a proper job. Donna would be there encouraging her, sometimes loading up the laptop herself and insisting she carried on writing, bringing her lashings of coffee as she did so. She had supported her all the way. Carla regarded her as a sister, not just a friend. Donna had always been there for her, ever since that day they met in awful circumstances.
They kissed each other across the table, as a waiter came over. Carla thought she had barely got settled and he was being a bit pushy as he hadn’t even given her time to look at the menu, but she didn’t need any time; she knew exactly what she wanted. It was the one time, when with Donna, she wouldn’t have to watch what she ate. It was the time when calories went out of the window they were sat in front of.
“Fish, chips and mushy peas, twice,
She slept-in, longer than she meant; her night had been restless as she tossed and turned and she didn’t really fall asleep until the early hours. The stalker dream particularly disturbed her. She wasn’t one for having bad dreams, but this one had woken her in a cold sweat.
She couldn’t recall much of the dream at all; other than it was a man and he was chasing her down a dark alley. She was running away from him but in her dream it felt more like she was running on the spot and her chaser was never more than three feet away from her. There was no end in sight, just an everlasting alley and in her hand, she was carrying something. It was her book ‘Charlotte’s Dream’.
Apart from her somewhat restless night, she felt quite refreshed and she thought that the lie-in had made up for her lack of sleep. She’d planned on doing some writing before meeting Donna but she would have to give that a miss now. She wasn’t too perturbed. Her enthusiasm, somehow, for that book, had gone; not for the one she had written, but the one her publisher wanted it to be. She had to do it, she knew that, as she was going to need the money, but it could wait for today. Maybe after I’ve had a good catch up with Donna. She put on her best jeans and her recently bought, beige top and made her way to Caesar’s. It was time to switch off from the rest of the world and enter her friend Donna’s world; it always seemed far more exciting.
Caesar’s was a popular eating place just between the two beaches of Trecco Bay and Sandy Bay on the holiday resort of Porthcawl. The food was simple and mostly English though they did offer the odd curry and some Italian options. As Carla pulled up to the carpark she could see Donna sitting at a table near the window. She waved frantically, through the glass, as Carla got out of her car and she rushed into the restaurant to sit opposite her friend. They had been friends since they were teens and always used to be seen together, until life got in the way. Now they would meet up once or twice a month; sometimes for lunch and sometimes for a night out on the town. In-between those jaunts they would occasionally visit each other at their homes. Donna was blonde, blue eyed and at thirty-four was every bit as beautiful as Carla. Heads would turn when either of them walked down the street. There would be a stampede when they walked together. It was a friendship both girls knew would never be lost, they would always be there for each other, whatever the circumstances. Sometimes Carla would wonder what she would do without her friend. She was always there for her, always ready to comfort her when previous relationships had broken up, supporting her through writing her first novel when most people were telling her to give up and get a proper job. Donna would be there encouraging her, sometimes loading up the laptop herself and insisting she carried on writing, bringing her lashings of coffee as she did so. She had supported her all the way. Carla regarded her as a sister, not just a friend. Donna had always been there for her, ever since that day they met in awful circumstances.
They kissed each other across the table, as a waiter came over. Carla thought she had barely got settled and he was being a bit pushy as he hadn’t even given her time to look at the menu, but she didn’t need any time; she knew exactly what she wanted. It was the one time, when with Donna, she wouldn’t have to watch what she ate. It was the time when calories went out of the window they were sat in front of.
“Fish, chips and mushy peas, twice,
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