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The Strand-on-the-Green Strongwoman Chapter One (standard:action, 1672 words) | |||
Author: Brian Cross | Added: Jun 19 2019 | Views/Reads: 1724/1178 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Maggie Wells witnesses an incident at a London tube station which propels her on a course across country, altering both her life and character for good. | |||
The Strand-on-the-Green Strongwoman Chapter One Maggie Wells stepped through the main doors of Sunnyhirst Nursing Home, took a breath of the fresh outside air. Well, as fresh as it could be amidst the incinerator that was West London on a hot August afternoon. Her shift as a care worker completed, ahead lay a forty-five-minute tube journey from Notting Hill Gate to Hounslow West. The wind rising but only managing to stir the humid air into a carbon-dioxide infected cocktail, Maggie brushed her striking ginger shoulder-length hair away from her face and crossing the busy Bayswater Road descended the escalator to the platforms. Late afternoon and the district line platform was crowded, no great surprise there, and Maggie's keen blue eyes fell on a gaunt, elderly gentleman supported by a gnarled walking cane that had evidently seen better days. What concerned her more, however, was that the man stood closer to the platform than was good for him, and with a fresh influx of passengers flooding through to the platform, it would only take the slightest knock for him to finish up on the track. A disaster waiting to happen, but not if Maggie Wells had her way. But before she could muscle her way through the gathering crowd to guide the old man to a safer position, an increasingly thunderous roar signified an approaching train. Thwarted – But at least the old fella had escaped the brunt of the wave of passengers that swept forward in anticipation of forcing its way into the probably crowded carriages. Maggie sighed. Surely the man should have more sense than to travel at what was approaching rush-hour. There was no luggage, so it seemed that his time was his own, but then what did she know of his circumstances? A few people exited the train, but with the fresh insurgence, it remained standing room only. Maggie stood back to allow the elderly man to board first but also partly to ensure that he didn't stumble. But stumble he did in boarding, and most alarmingly as one of a group of lads saw fit to shove the old fella back onto the platform. Maggie caught the smirk on the yob's face as he turned to his three mates, and she fumed as she effortlessly held the man upright, steadying him in the process. The doors began to close, but Maggie was having none of it. Although only five-three in height, she prided herself on her exceptional strength. Surging forward, she forced her forearms between the doors and gritting her teeth, exerted her power. She was boarding the train, and so was the old man; moreover, in the battle between Maggie and the mechanism, there was only going to be one winner, and the mechanism submitted abruptly to her muscles as she ushered the pensioner through. Thankfully, somebody gave up their seat for him, but Maggie wasn't finished. From across the aisle, her eyes focused on the youth, still pratting about and joking with his mates. She was going to be late home today, and Bill would understand when she told him about the need to work late because of insufficient cover. Okay, it wasn't strictly true, but it was work in her eyes. The youths continued on the district line to Earl's Court and changed onto the Richmond bound district line train. Maggie followed at a distance, selecting a seat from where she could monitor them. They disembarked at Kew, and Maggie followed some way behind as they crossed Kew Green and spent a while in a gastropub on its northern side. Maggie sat in an alcove, discreetly observing them until they left. The little party broke up, and her target crossed Kew Bridge and turned onto the Thames towpath. Approximately five-ten she reckoned, maybe twelve stone, that characteristic stroppy walk that a lot of modern youths seemed to adopt. Click here to read the rest of this story (134 more lines)
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