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Amy Williams pushed her sunglasses up her nose as the bright sun shone through, she smiled as she took in her slim mahogany tanned body. Then glanced at the sparkling blue pool just beyond her. She breathed in as she lifted the hem of her yellow bikini bottoms checking the growing contrast of her white, tan lines just above her pubes, before letting the elastic slap back. She pushed her glasses back down her nose and closed her eyes drifted to sleep.
She sighed, opening her eyes focusing on the screen. ‘One day’ she mused. She would be beach body ready. Today she had a grey sky behind the computer monitor, mountain of Government Records Office certificates in the folder beside her elbow.
Her hobby devoured every spare minute, working on her family history. Being a Williams, it was a nightmare. There were thousands of Henry Williams born in and around Westminster, London, in 1862. Fuelled only by coffee and chocolate she had sat there in the evenings as she gorukle escort swung from tree to family tree.
With her grandmother last year, she had studied the photos, before she had sadly passed away. She had pointed out and named all the relatives that she could remember. Amy had a good idea who was who. What had surprized her, every single member of the family in all the photos had a white cigarette between their fingers. Her gran wafted her hand and had said, “It was all the rage”. Amy had sat there afterwards wishing the still image would move and that she could listen into the conversation.
Amy sighed loudly trying to go back in time was impossible. She had spent a small fortune at the record office on all the birth certificates. Each set of parents had ten children, and each of those children had ten children, most who died.
Her boyfriend Steve currently was working away, so she had plenty of time to play on the genealogy websites and hunt down the clues. He had promised a holiday in the sun as soon as he was back, but that at bursa görükle escort this moment seemed a long way off.
Amy had previously searched her great, great uncle Arthur Williams. He had been a butcher in the local high street. As such online there were various old adverts regarding his shop on the high street. It was amazing to see them all. One step closer.
A noise in the road distracted her, she looked up from the screen and out the window as she saw the white delivery van drive into her cul-de-sac. She rubbed her chubby fingers together knowing what was arriving. Another historical guide to add to her collection, she had developed a rather large library of old books.
The doorbell rang and she spun the black office chair around and hurriedly padded down the stairs to open the front door.
A flirtatious smile to the driver, she retrieved the large book and headed back to her desk carrying the 1938 equivalent to the yellow pages. The Kelly Directory, she didn’t really need to buy it, the book had been scanned by a university, it was all online. With the heavy book in her possession she now felt closer to her relatives.
Amy climbed the stairs purposely securely holding the package against her beating excited chest. She sat back on the office chair excited with anticipation as she undid the wrapping. The cheap brown tape was easily cut with her short nails and soon she had the heavy red tomb resting on her lap.
She smiled at the book and grunted as she lifted it up and studied the secure binding, she sniffed the air. She could smell the enticing mould and dust smell from nearly a century permeating off it.
Amy flipped open the book it unfolded evenly down the spine. Searching the pre-war pages hunting for the advert, she licked her lips the book clearly hadn’t seen the air for days. The first thing that Amy did was cough, the air was thick, the cigarette ash drifted up from the leaves, it completely reeked of delightful stale cigarette smoke.
With her eyes closed and enjoying a lungful, she could see the book sitting on a shelf, one amongst hundreds of books in a large smoke-filled drawing room of a big house. The lady of the house, just like her relatives, with a cigarette between her fingers, as the book sat behind them as they talked, slowly gathering ash.
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