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UKArchive ID: 7180The Cessnas At Shoreham Airport by chrisk
Originally published on June 25, 2004 in Non-Fiction

John Barker's story, honest!



THE CESSNAS AT SHOREHAM AIRPORT
By C R Krishnan

Shoreham Airport is situated about six miles west of Brighton, Sussex.
I was sitting at the airport café minding my own business, waiting for my
Flying instructor to finish his lesson. He had taken a Kuwaiti fellow up in his Cessna.
The Airport is small, has many flying schools and flies to France, Jersey and other short haul destinations.
I was looking at the planes taxiing on the tarmac and one of them came to a halt and out came a few passengers, but my eyes caught the attention of one particular passenger, who was carrying a small bag and walking towards the entrance of the hall that I could see from the café. She was taking small steps like a Japanese geisha and she was gorgeous, blonde hair and with a tight long skirt moving her bum like a model which made me spill my coffee as I was about to touch the cup to my lips, for she took my breath away just at that moment. Slowly she disappeared from view.
Well that’s how it is, isn’t it? Oh no, it wasn’t to be.
While I was wiping the spilled coffee from my shirt and the table, she walked in and stood over a table not very far from me. I watched her slowly taking the rucksack type bag off her shoulders, placing it on the floor beside her and sitting on one of the chairs, waiting for the waitress. She moved like a dream, reminded me of a ballet dancer. May be she was one.
My instructor approached me and told me that he was too tired today. He said he had a bellyful of the Kuwaiti and all he wanted now was a drink. I bought him a coffee and the girl was still sitting waiting for the waitress. You see in this restaurant you can go to the bar and order orif you are lazy you can wait for the waitress for a long time. Suddenly I see the girl looking at Stuart the instructor and smiling.
‘Stuart, is that you?
‘Louisa, hey, I didn’t see you sitting there, come on, come over here’
With that he got up and picked her bag up and brought her over to our table. Must be my lucky day. She walked up to us slowly and sat down opposite to me and completely ignored me, which hurt my pride a little.
After the introductions I went up to the bar and bought her a tea, no milk, no sugar. Stuart said goodbye and asked me would I kindly give her a lift. I asked her where she was living, she said Lancing, where she had a flat, only a short distance from the airport.
We climbed into my old MG sports, which was slowly falling apart. I helped her to put her bags behind the seats in the little gap.
Here I was sitting with this blonde beauty that smelt of shampoo and soap. No conversation for the first 5 minutes. Then she turned to me.
‘What’s your name again? I forget, sorry’.
‘Funny you ask me that, I know your name, Louisa’
‘O.K, you win Mr, please tell me your name’.
‘Barker, John Barker’ (like Bond, James Bond)
We arrived at the building where her flat was. I helped her in. I had a couple of drinks, and said bye and left, after giving her my card.
The telephone rang the next day, it wasn’t her. I wasn’t going to ring her, no way. However I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her hair, eyes and lips and the whole face and her arse moving in a beautiful way. Then I have had this kind of feeling before and after a time it slowly fades away.
Then a few days after she rang and asked me if I would like to take her to the airport as she is flying out to France. My instructor Stuart was taking her to Le Touquet in his Cessna. Suddenly I am a taxi service, but who cares when the woman is a dream. I thought that the best strategy here is to play hard to get.
We were driving.
‘John, Do you like me? I think you do’.
I shifted in my small tight drivers’ seat and looked at her and just nodded my head and laughed and told her I adored her, and asked her how she knew.
‘The way you look at me, John, the way you look at me. All girls know when they are liked. I like your looking at me specially, it gives me pimples.’
‘You mean, goose pimples, or is it turkey?’
‘Don’t joke, I am serious, Can I ask you something John?’
‘Louisa, the answer to the questions in the order they are asked is, ‘no, no, yes. Am I married? Am I divorced? Am I seeing any one special’
‘John, John. Now wait a minute please! I don’t understand, ‘yes’ to third question.
‘ Well, I am seeing some one special, and its you’
She kissed me on the cheek, once, twice and many more times and on my neck and ears and my left cheek was covered in her lipstick and I looked like a circus clown, red paint on one cheek.
We reached the Airport and parked. We carried the baggage and all the time talked and talked as though we had known each other for a long time. We kissed and kissed again like long time lovers. There was something unnatural about the situation, something was not right. Things moved so fast my head was reeling.
I had been with the girl for a total of 2 hours and now we were in love. I didn’t know anything about her apart from the fact that she was from France and she worked for a perfume company as a seller and demonstrator. She had her own flat and she couldn’t drive. That was all. She said she would be back in a couple weeks and with that boarded the small cessna.
A few days later I saw Stuart anxious to make another booking for my lesson.
‘ Hey John the girl has been asking a lot of questions about you, you lucky sod. I told her you are a decent guy but you are a woman chaser and you drink a lot and you are a no good gambler etc.,. Ok naah, am joking. You owe me a double’.
I waited for her to return. I waited a very long time.
. I telephoned her flat almost every day, but it rang and rang. After a few weeks tried to find out about the company she worked for but with the information I had it was impossible to trace her whereabouts. Stuart had no additional information either. Well these types of happenings are short and sweet and they suddenly come to a grinding halt. Such is life.
I decided to go to her flat and found it locked and the caretaker had no information either and he had no keys to the flat. All owners kept their own keys.

Months passed and she was a just a pleasant distant memory. Out of the blue I decided to ring her flat. I had just finished my lesson, and had parked the Cessna in its own little space. I rang the number from my mobile.
A girl answered. It was her sister.
‘Can I speak to Louisa?’
‘Sorry, she is not here, who are you, Mr?’
‘My name is John, am just a friend.’
‘ She is on honeymoon in Canada and after that won’t be coming back to U.K. She might stay there with her husband. He is Canadian you know.’
It took me a few moments to recover.
‘I have just come to pack her things and put the flat……………………..’
I wasn’t listening anymore; I was looking at the Cessna I had just been flying.

There are many Cessnas at Shoreham Airport. They are parked in a row all fuelled up and ready to take off at a very short notice.
The Cessnas of Shoreham Airport are a beautiful sight.



















© chrisk (chrisk on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 7180
Archived comments for The Cessnas At Shoreham Airport
sirat on 2004-06-25 04:27:01
Re: The Cessnas At Shoreham Airport
A good story that will have a sad familiarity for many men. I also thought that the telling was not quite so straightforward and "artless" as I have felt about some of your other ones. It's still a bit conversational (e.g. you say things like "you see" to your reader) but it has a structure that I liked, held together by the airport and the Cessnas. What would make it better I think would be for the narrator to drop his guard a bit more and let us know about how it actually felt to be discarded in that way by a woman that he thought he loved. Despite the first person narration the perspective you have taken is a bit detached and external. Don't be afraid of feelings, they are what we read stories for.

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chrisk on 2004-06-25 05:08:21
Re: The Cessnas At Shoreham Airport
Sirat
Thank u for your comments and as usual they are constructive. You speak your mind. It took me a long time to get this to paper. The story was based on something that happened. I felt the girl was very quick at showing her feelings but in a selfish way.I like u coz u like me and adore me sort. No depth.
John however according to me was genuine in his feelings from the start. I really don't know how to show any more depth to his feelings.
Regards
Chris

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dancing-queen on 2004-06-25 10:10:17
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Hi Chris - interesting story, although a little bit strange, I thought. On their first meeting the girl hardly paid John any attention, even forgetting his name, and then on the second meeting she was all over him. Couldn't quite work it out, but I guess life is strange at times, eh?

Can I point out a few things which will make it a little tidier?

Short hall destination = short haul destination

taxiing at the tarmac = taxiiing on the tarmac

May be she = maybe she

'You had been with the girl for a total of 2 hours may be and now we were in love.' = this was a bit confusing. Perhaps try 'I had only been with the girl for about two hours, and now we were in love.'

Oh, yes, and this line had me in stiches: '...Ok naah, am joking. You owe me a big one.'
LOL - sounds VERY rude, Chris 🙂 I think you meant to say '...ok, nah, I'm joking. You owe me big time.'

You are funny!

Sirat made some good points in his comments, though, Chris. There are certain expressions you use, like 'talked and talked' and 'kissed and kissed' that produce a child-like quality, which is cute but maybe not how you are wanting to be seen. I think maybe his suggestion of experimenting with writing some third person fiction might work for you in some cases. You know I love your humour and your style when writing biographical accounts, but if you are wanting to make something appear more as a fiction story, then third person might work better. It's just an idea to keep you on your toes! LOL

Best wishes - Leahx

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chrisk on 2004-06-25 10:32:20
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Hi Leah
Thanx for your comments which sounds reasonable, lol. Ya I have to tidy up which I will do very carefully like short haul etc.,. However I have to do this very slowly as when I start editing the story live I see all kinds of things I do not understand, so have to be very alert and alcohol free or I shall mess it up like I did once.
I think the girl was simply impulsive. She did spent some time with John at her house when he dropped her and since he was quite a handsome fella in a rugged sort of way, she must have fallen for him , well at least temporarily. Then women are strange creatures! He took it too seriously and may be for her it was just a laugh. U get into situations like this when u r at a party and suddenly see this gorgeous girl , start talking, kissing and end up very close. However, the morning after is another day!
I am very grateful.
Leah, I wasn't being rude , I Know Brighton has many gays and by big one I meant a drink!
Grateful
Chris

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dancing-queen on 2004-06-25 11:05:26
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LOL - oh, so THAT's what you meant by 'big one', eh? I'm still laughing at it now. Okay, so what he should say, perhaps, is 'Next drinks are on you.' or 'You owe me a double.' (But don't change it too soon 'cos it really is a very funny line - even if it was uninentional) - DQ 🙂


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chrisk on 2004-06-25 11:51:45
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Leah
Too late, I have changed it. LOL
C

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thehaven on 2004-06-26 02:10:30
Re: The Cessnas At Shoreham Airport
Another great piece Chris.I liked the ending comparing the beauty of the planes perhaps to her.?

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chrisk on 2004-06-26 02:28:30
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Mike
Thank u for the 8!
Well it was just a consolation thing, as he had lost her for ever and what is left is just the other things he liked, the planes. They r a beautiful sight. By the way I didn't realise that its now known as Brighton City Airport (shoreham). Did u know that?
Chris

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drewgum on 2004-06-26 03:22:10
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You know what, I liked this a lot. I liked it's emotional detachment and it's very precise style. That reminded me of Murakami and because of that I guess I was ultimately diappointed. I would have liked to have seem more interaction between this girl and the narrator. I think you have to show they are in love rather than say they are in love.

The last line is very nice.

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chrisk on 2004-06-26 03:37:39
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Hi
Thank u.
Tell me more bt Murakami, pls. Is this a novel. a short story?
I know what u mean bt the showing of the feelings etc., but I find it difficult to treat this story anymore. I am very flattered that u like it though. Made my day.
Chris

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ish on 2004-06-26 10:45:57
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Chris
I was at Brighton City Airport (shoreham) the other day and I did notice many planes parked in front of the flying schools.
Poor John, atleast he must be happy with his flying.
I did notice the comment from Dancing Queen about big one! Well we do use that expression here meaning a big drink, a double or a pint. I suppose compared to the Londoners' we are just plain innocent!
Ian

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Gee on 2004-06-27 13:04:01
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I liked this a lot. I liked the way John responded to the girl, the little touches like the way he spilled his coffee, and the description of her.
I liked the humour in it too, the James Bond bit, for example and I could understand how Louise would respond to that and enjoy John's company.
The ending was quite shocking. I thought that Louise might have had an accident which prevented her from getting in touch with John.
The true reason was completely unexpected yet, because of her sudden attraction to John, it was perfectly believable.

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chrisk on 2004-06-27 13:18:43
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Gee
Oh, this comment is appreciated. You hit it right on the nail. Thats exactly it. Thank u gee, u shared my feeling.
Regards
Chris

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Claire on 2004-06-27 15:51:30
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What a shame! Such a sad ending. I noticed this is under biography, is this true??? Did this happen to you? I would have been totally devastated!

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chrisk on 2004-06-27 16:19:37
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Claire, Claire
I love ya, so don't do this to me!
Didn't u read the intro? Didn't I tell that its John's story? LOL. I know how u feel for him. Thank u for appreciating it.
love to u
Chris



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chrisk on 2004-06-27 17:51:31
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Claire
Thank u for the 8

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Claire on 2004-06-27 18:20:40
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Yeah, I read the intro, but silly me forgot about it at the end of the story, because I became too involved with the story. Silly me! Not my fault, you shouldn't write such gripping stuff! You did write it didn't you??? LOL.

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chrisk on 2004-06-28 08:01:32
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Claire
Yes I wrote this. I was sad when I was writing this. I think may be I got into his shoes!
Chris

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JJJoyce on 2004-07-17 04:48:45
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THis is a typical male fanstasy, showing no understanding of what it is to be a woman. Grow up and give us some meat to chew on.

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chrisk on 2004-07-17 06:58:36
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jjjoyce
Thank u for ur comments. Fantasy this is not my dear. How about some veg instead of meat?
regards
Chris

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