Music From The Skies

So there it was again – yet another strange postcard, fully addressed and post coded to me, but I didn’t know the sender.

Dear Maria,

I haven’t seen you around in ages, but I spotted you in Asda the other day, stood looking at the CD’s. In fact, I was stood right next to you, but in my usual manner I chose to ignore you, turned and walked away.

Going to Greenwich next weekend, I’ll send you a card from there…

Bye for now

Mr B.

The postcards were getting to be a regular occurrence, getting at least one a week for the last 4 weeks. This latest one was particularly worrying. Who was he? Why was he stood next to me in Asda? Why did he turn and walk away?

I live in Harrogate. All the cards so far were of Harrogate, or nearby locations.

My friend Nicks had asked if it was a previous boyfriend. I had only had three, and one now lived in Australia, one lived in London and was married, and the other just wasn’t the type! In any case, the handwriting was completely unfamiliar.

“Someone must have a crush on you!” she said, “You should be flattered”.

“Yes I might be if I knew who it was!” I replied.

“Let’s go to the Valley Gardens for an Ice Cream then” she says.

At the Valley Gardens it’s blue skies and sunshine all the way, but I can't escape the niggling feeling…. This nutter could be watching me now… At least when he’s in Greenwich next weekend he can’t spy on me…

“Shall I go to the police do you think”?

“What can they do? There aren't any threats, he's just giving you updates on his life…” says Nicks

“Hmmm see what you mean…”

On our way home there’s the usual bloke picking up fag ends off the street. The whirring of a lawn mower over the road, and the blue rinse grannies going for a Sunday afternoon walk…

The working week goes by, and sure enough on the following Monday morning, a postcard arrives. It’s from Greenwich. It has a picture of the Cutty Sark on the front.

Maria

I love this place. The Cutty Sark is my favourite… and the Trafalgar Tavern is so peaceful…

Mr B.

“Jesus, this is getting ridiculous!” I say. “Am I waiting for him to show himself or what?”