Brian squinted at the typed message that was sellotaped to the inside of the window. Carelessly scribbled in capital letters, using a thick marker pen, the notice informed the supporters that the game was cancelled.
Extremely annoyed, Brian turned away. Fierce winds had pulled down part of the roofing above the spectator stands. Granted, even from this distance it didn’t look very safe. He pushed his hands into his pockets, pulled his head into his shoulders, and began to walk back to the main road. It was still a little breezy, with a chill nip in the air.
“Just my luck!”
Kicking an empty plastic water bottle along the pavement, Brian continued to grumble under his breath. Lately it seemed as if nothing was going right for him. Music flooded out of a nearby takeaway just a couple of shops away. Neon lights in a garish pink colour blinked the words “Pizza, Kebab, Fish and Chips”. Odours floated into the street through the open door. Paper wrappers tumbled along the pavement just ahead. Queues usually put Brian off, but without his usual Saturday match fix, he found he didn’t mind. Reading the menu above the counter, Brian made his selection and ordered.
“Spicy chicken kebab!”
There was something familiar about the face of the woman serving the customers. Underneath the hair net, Brian could see flashes of red hair. Vague impressions almost surfaced, but then disappeared. Where had he seen her before?
“X-Factor! You were always my favourite and I voted for you every week!”
Zara blushed and smiled at him and Brian, for some reason he couldn't quite explain, was glad that the match had been cancelled