Hi! This is a short one-shot I wanted to do, on the relationship between Cynthia and John, told through her eyes. I don't know exactly why, but I really like Cynthia. I guess you could call me a Cynthia-fan.
This is supposed to take place in 1962, shortly before she marries John.
"A day in her life"
Cynthia Powell knew she was beautiful. Her long, blond hair and her striking resemblance to Brigitte Bardot, made boys turn their heads after her on the street. Whenever she went to a club, a crowd of boys would gather around her, offer to buy her drinks and beg her to dance with them.
No one turned their heads after Cynthia on this particular day. It was raining, and she hurried through the streets of Liverpool. She had no makeup on, and her hair was covered by a floral-printed headscarf. She sat down on an uncomfortable plastic chair, and waited until her name was called by a middle aged woman in a white dress.
Cynthia looked down at her shoes with her hands neatly folded in her lap, while a serious-looking white haired man, confirmed what she had known for weeks.
Cynthia Powell knew she was lucky. For nearly five years she had been dating John Lennon. There was something about his self-awareness and his witty charm that made all the girls crazy about him. Cynthia was in love with John. When he was away in Hamburg with his band, she felt lonely. She couldn't help it. She just loved having him around.
It was still raining when Cynthia got out on the street again. She didn't care. Instead of taking the shortest way home, she walked in the opposite direction. She sat down on a park bench, ignoring the raindrops falling from the sky, soaking her dress.
As she sat there, she considered different ways to tell him. In the end, she decided the best thing was to just say it as it was. She suddenly became worried. What would he say? She leant her head backwards, and looked up at the sky. "Give me a sign." She mumbled.
Suddenly, it stopped raining. The sun broke through the clouds, and shone right down at her. A smile spread across her face.
Two weeks later, as they exchanged their vows, and he kissed her, she knew she had been right. Her life would never be the same again. This was the start of something new. She grabbed his hand. He smiled. Cynthia Lennon knew she was happy.