My face is burning with mortification but I’m ok. I’m not
face down on the carousel.
‘Thank
you so much.’ I look up and my gaze is instantly drawn to two very bushy
eyebrows.
‘You’re
very welcome.’ The voice booms.
I
know it is rude to stare but I can’t help it. His eyebrows are thick and black
and really bushy; like a pair of black furry caterpillars having a standoff,
completely at odds with the thick white head of hair.
‘Heels,’
I say, hoping this is enough explanation. He seems to understand.
‘Lovely,’
he replies.
I
let out a grateful laugh. ‘When I think what could have happened had you not…’
I shudder, ‘actually it doesn’t bear thinking about.’
An
image of myself sprawled out across the carousel pops vividly into my head.
‘It
isn’t every day I get to help a damsel in distress.’
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