Chapter Four – Jonathon

Jonathon was staring out of his window and across to the beach.  Just watching the sea in the morning, the calming sensation of watching the surf break as it hit the shore, was enough to set him up with a positive vibe for the rest of the day.

He loved this view so much, and whilst his flat wasn’t much more than a bedroom, living room and kitchen, and probably not worth the hefty money he paid for it, that view across the road and out to he sea was worth every penny.

It was just about big enough for his needs, and the sofa bed in the living room atleast meant he could have people come stay, if he or they ever wanted.  They hadn’t so far, but it was there.  Just in case!  He would have loved a second bedroom that he could use as an office and hobby room, but that just wasn’t within his budget around here.  On top of being the living room it was office, hobby room, dining room and guest room.  To be fair, his first flat was no more than a bedroom and a tiny kitchen in the corner of the living room.  So this was more like suite than that place.  

He’d been standing there a while, his tea had gone cold and he’d reheated it in the microwave, and now it was stone cold again.  He’d been distracted by the same little blue car that had pulled up earlier, then driven off, and then come back again.  Must have been atleast forty minutes in between for his tea to be that cold.  He looked at his clock, it was just coming up to ten past nine. 

He had no work on today, no plans at all in fact – other than simply watching the world go by.  There was a time he’d have been running around all over the place, but since his bastard ex had left him all he did was watch from the window or go for long walks with his camera. 

He didn’t mind being alone, it gave him time to pick up his old DLSR camera and reignite something he had once been so passionate about.  He had given up on love with another man, but he’d found an old flame that he probably loved more right now.  He was definitely a lot happier behind the lens.

He wasn’t lonely.  He had photography and he had his lovely, but very flaky friends.  He classed himself as flaky too, it wasn’t just them.  They had once been so good at making plans with each other, but life happens and nobody commits until about two hours before whatever might happen.  So if his phone rings he says yes and goes off out wherever they’ve all agreed to meet, or he doesn’t.  No pressure.  No disappointment. No expectations.   Perfect.

Most nights would go by without any phone calls, but he’d sit on his window sill looking across the road and over the beach.  To him it was like sitting inside of a camera and looking through the lens directly at the world, at the amazing pictures and stories it had to tell.  Even of grey and rainy days it could move from dramatic to romantic depending on the people and the lighting.  There was always something to see.

Like right now.  A flash of pink caught his eye.  Someone had emerged from the car.

He watched for just a second before leaping from the window and running to the front door where he slipped on his trainers, grabbed his camera and keys and ran out of his flat and down the stairs to the ground floor entrance. 

… part two coming soon.