Edinburgh Magic
Lucy stepped off the train onto the crowded platform. The last five hours from London had been fairly uneventful. She had occupied her time sleeping, listening to a podcast and watching the rain run down the window as they crossed the border. She took a deep breath and made her way towards the stairs, dragging her little suitcase along behind her. As she emerged from the station and stepped onto Princes Street, she looked up at the grey Edinburgh sky, she was home, but was it the right decision? Probably not the best time of the year to be here she thought. Edinburgh in August was full of tourists. The fringe festival was in full swing and most of the locals had already left for quieter places. But she hadn’t really been thinking straight. Her mind drifted back to her argument with Martin a few days ago. Stupid unfaithful Martin, with his stupid hair and his stupid Brummie accent. His latest indescretion was the last straw as far as she was concerned. A blonde by the n...