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The Journey Towards Beauty
Scott Tierney
The Journey Towards Beauty
First published in 2020 by
Acorn Books
www.acornbooks.co.uk
Acorn Books is an imprint of
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
Copyright © 2020 Scott Tierney
The right of Scott Tierney to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Any person who does so may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The Journey Towards Beauty
Have you ever seen beauty? I mean real beauty? The kind of beauty that makes your heart skip a beat whenever it rises into view; the type of beauty which causes you to falter, to lose your train of thought, to become all a muddle of fidgets and thumbs and seeping armpits. That flawless, immaculate, once in a lifetime beauty which makes the insufferable hardships of the day, let alone your whole existence, worthwhile. Have you ever seen such a marvel, such a beauty, if only the once?
I have. I am fortunate enough to see it every morning when I step aboard the mainline trolley inbound for the city; then on a second occasion during the evening’s reverse journey as those same carriages wind their way through the lessening fringes of megalopolis skyline.
On those long trolley rides I wait with baited breath for the briefest glimpse of this beauty, anticipating its arrival as one would a divine miracle. I practically centre the logistics of my entire commute around such a short and fleeting moment.
When I board the trolley alongside the dozens of other travellers, I endeavour to procure an advantageous spot amongst the trenchcoats and trilbies which will allow me the clearest panorama of the forthcoming spectacle. There are no seats to be had during the morning’s rush hour, nor at the height of the evening; yet this does not perturb me in the slightest – a lowly seat would only adumbrate me under a mass of flapping newspapers and cigarette smoke, obstructing the view I treasure so dearly.
I know that beauty will arrive at the forth sto
