The past and the present
*frank wasn't murdered but did move away*
She saw a familiar build, a familiar shape. No it couldn't be, could it?
He leaned over and handed the cab driver a crisp note. The taxi drove off passing Carla as she glanced down the street from Devs. She was supposed to be meeting Peter in the bistro for lunch, they were going to have a bite to eat and then go and pick Simon up from school. She had only gone to the shop to get some cigarettes for Peter while Peter grabbed them a table.
The familiar person stepped up onto the curb and gazed up at the rovers emerald sign. Carla saw him walk into the pub. Out of a mix of curiosity and frustration she pocketed the cigarettes and ran down to the pub. She pushed open the doors and walked in. "Oh hi love, what can I get you?" asked Stella as she handed a pint over to Norris. Carla ignored her as she gazed around the pub. "Looking for someone? May I be of assistance?" muttered Norris through gulps of beer. Carla glared her famous mind your own glare and Norris returned to his drink.
She couldn't see him anywhere...was she making this up? She was about to head back to the bistro when she was tapped on the shoulder.
She flinched, things hadn't been the same since frank, She spun around expecting Norris to still be digging for gossip.
"Rob?"