Out of my League, 1950s style

Prologue - A damsel in distress

Flicking my cigarette onto the pavement, I scuttled off to join my colleagues. Having heard me approaching, Andy slapped the seat next to him, his eyes not once leaving the screen. With a sigh I obeyed. The film bored me immensely as it was of the same highly explicit calibre as the others we watched every Friday.

I soon found myself distracted by the man and woman in front of me. He was laughing and slapping his knee while she looked at him with disgust. She was a beautiful creature. I couldn't help but look at her, it was as if I was in a trance. Her shoulder height golden hair was held back by a simple headband which framed her face beautifully. Her expression resembled that of an angel's. I was snapped out of my peaceful observations when her lips began to move.

'Sam, I did not come here to watch modern day pornography! Imagine what my father would say. I'm sorry but I'll have to leave' I was able to make out her raspy whisper.

He grabbed her wrist as she got up to leave.

'Sam, please! I am very uncomfortable' she hissed.

A loud 'Shhhh...' made it's way from the back row.

'Have it your way Nancy, but don't expect me to come home tonight.' he muttered as he let go of her wrist with a flourish.

He was a devilishly dashing man, the type that all of the girls would swoon over. Even in the darklit cinema, his white teeth shone as bright as the moon. Yet by the looks of things, he possessed little or no qualities to resemble his charming exterior.

Crouching, Nancy picked up her purse from the floor of the cinema and took out her gloves. Still crouched, she hastily slipped them on and made her way to the end of the row.

It was in that very second that I knew that what I did next would change my life, for the better or the worst.

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Hello! This is the first story I've tried to write, I have quite a good feeling about it so I hope that you guys can see it's potential. I based Nancy's character on Catherine Deneuve. She was a beautiful women from the 1950s, and I have included her as the cover for this story. Please please please vote and/or comment. Anything and everything will be helpful and lovely to hear from you. I really will try so hard with this story, this is just the prologue and I know it is extremely short, but it is just a taster for what is to come. I am feverishly excited about it all. Thank you, and pleeaaasseee comment or vote! Love to all of you who bother reading this prologue. <3