A story of love, dreams and betrayal in Kent, England in 1965!

Lily ran to the station, lugging her overnight bag, getting hotter by the minute in the July English sunshine.  Rounding the corner into the station drive, she stared into the distance for the black plumes of smoke that would appease her anxiety of missing the train. She knew it was silly; the big, blustering steam trains had been put out to pasture nearly two years ago. She missed the train arriving at the platform, snorting and blowing like an impatient black, majestic steed, ready to carry her away on her journey. There had been soot on the doors but the seats had been tall and well-padded and there had been more space than in the sleek new, electric trains.

As she pushed on, she could see people going through the station door and knew she was in luck. Once on the platform her excitement bubbled up again in anticipation of seeing a live band tonight with her friend Jo. Eager to get on with her day, she had sprung out of bed before eight, whizzed up the village to work three hours in the fruit shop, then back down the hill and hopped onto a train to Maidstone. With her ten shillings pay, she had bought a fab new Mary Quant style dress for their Saturday night out. She had barely had time to get back home, pack her bag and get back to the station. Now sitting on the train to Sevenoaks and marveling at her new weekend freedom, she peeked in her bag, making sure her dress and white stiletto shoes were inside.

A miracle had occurred eight weeks ago when her parents gave into her pleas to stay overnight at Jo’s house. Up until then the most that she could hope for was watching Top of the Pops on TV on  a Saturday night at home. She had quickly learned to stay in a T-shirt and jeans when she left the house. The first weekend she had dressed up and her father had bellowed at her to go and change into a dress that wasn’t half way up to her backside!

Lily smiled to herself, wondering what the new singer, Davy Jones, would be like. Jo had said everyone was raving about him. They had seen the fabulous Kinks and Gerry and The Pacemakers at Bligh’s Hotel. in two weeks they were going up to London to see Sonny and Cher at The Marquee Club in London. it was all a dream come true.

They were both cheesed off they had missed seeing The Rolling Stones and The Beatles on stage; they had been too young in 63. two years later, the best bands ever were world famous and packed out huge stadiums. The tickets now cost a fortune and they knew it was unlikely that they would ever get to see them. Lily and Jo were nearly sixteen but longing to be seventeen so they could finish school and have the freedom to move to Paris and begin an exciting new life, as far away from their families as they can easily get.  



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