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Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

Car Crash Girl Part I a short story from Belgium

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

In the autumn of 2004 I found myself suddenly relocating to Belgium, at the expense of an attractive job offer in Italy. It was one of those major forks in the road, the kind of big decision that could transform a life. Which, for better or for worse, is exactly what it did.

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“Get out of here!!!” screamed Lucie, slamming her fist down on the kitchen counter. “I’m starving! I need to eat, I can’t deal with anything until I’ve eaten!!!” Grabbing my coat, I made for the door, determined not to look back as I left. We’d only been living together for a week, but I was already getting used to the tantrums.

This time I didn’t need to see her wild eyes and flushed cheeks. Nor indeed the curls of saliva that formed at the sides of her mouth when she was angry. As attractive as Lucie undoubtedly was, seeing her in one of these all too frequent moods was not a pretty sight.

My mind buzzing, I trotted down the stone steps of our apartment block and pushed myself through the entrance doors. It felt good to be out in the crisp afternoon air. Making my way across Martelarenplein (Martyr’s Square), it struck me once again what a beautiful city Leuven was. But even this brought a pang of sadness, as I realised that I almost certainly wouldn’t be here much longer.

Martelarenplein Leuven.

Martelarenplein Square, Leuven.

Photo courtesy of Wouterhagens.

Wondering whether Lucie might be watching me through the living room window, I picked up the pace, passing the towering peace memorial and the picturesque façade of the train station. I turned onto Bondgenotenlaan, the city’s unpronounceable and seemingly endless main street. By now my head was thumping. What the hell had happened to the girl I met in England? Why oh why had I been so impulsive? Was there, by some small miracle, any way I could salvage the Italian job?

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

Bondgenotenlaan in Leuven.

Bondgenotenlaan in Leuven.

Photo courtesy of Funke.

Lucie and I met in England just a few months prior in the pretty market town of Woodbridge. We’d been working at an English language camp for Belgian teenagers. Myself as head of didactics, Lucie on the teaching team. Pretty and highly charismatic, her English was excellent, a near-authentic American accent betraying not a hint of her Flemish roots.

Visit Woodbridge Suffolk England

Woodbridge, England.

Photo courtesy of cmglee.

Lucie was a bit too bouncy for some people. Nevertheless, I found myself instantly drawn to her. She had a wicked sense of humour, a contagious laugh and endearing mannerisms. Especially the way she tucked her blonde, bobbed hair behind her ears when she was talking. More often than not a mischievous glint in her eyes.

However, I quickly discovered she had a Spanish boyfriend called Eduardo. Hence I resolved to put away any notions of romance and focus on my job. After all, we were colleagues and I didn’t want to be unprofessional. Naturally, this was easier said than done. It was Lucie’s first time teaching and she needed plenty of support. Thus I ended up helping her out with lesson planning and activity ideas.

‘‘Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver!’’ she purred, planting a hand on my shoulder.

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Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

The more Lucie and I worked together, the more she reeled me in with compliments and eye contact that seemed to last way longer than it needed to. Or did it? I kept telling myself that I was exaggerating things in my mind. Perhaps misinterpreting her body language. Then, one evening, after staff drinks in the common room, a bunch of us walked back to the boarding houses to turn in for the night.

When we got to the girls’ boarding house Lucie branched off with Frances, Joanna and a few others. And then she stopped to look back at me from the top of the steps. The heavy oak door resting in her petite hand. With a playful smile she mouthed something slow and deliberate before disappearing inside, leaving me in a state of bewilderment. Did she just say what I thought she said?! It had happened so quickly, I wondered if I’d been hallucinating.

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

‘‘Goede Morgen!’’ Our local bakery in Leuven was a traditional little shop. The entire place was decorated in a rustic barnyard brown, a pair of 19th century cardboard children standing with baskets of eggs and bread. Inside, I made my usual song and dance out of getting the brown farmer’s loaf that Lucie liked.

In fact, my Flemish proved so patchy the woman behind the counter shot me a sympathetic smile and immediately switched to English. Moreover, I could feel countless eyes burning through my back in the queue. As a result, I paid as fast as I could. 

‘‘Dank je wel’’, I said, making a hasty escape.

Ten minutes later I was back outside our front door, taking a moment to brace myself for whatever version of Lucie awaited me inside. Entering the living room, bread in hand, I found her at the desk clattering away on her laptop as if lives depended on whatever it was she was writing. ‘‘You can leave it in the kitchen’’, she said impassively, not even bothering to turn around. “Yes Ma’am” I muttered, dropping the bag onto the counter.

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I was in the teacher’s room making a cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was one of those blissfully quiet hours where everyone was in class and I had the place to myself. ‘‘Hello… uh… can I speak with Lucie?’’ It was a hesitant male voice with an unmistakably Spanish lilt. I was so horrified it took me a few seconds to reply. “Sorry she’s teaching now’’ I said, trying to sound neutral.

“Can I take a message?’’

‘‘Uh yeah… tell her Eduardo called’’.

‘Will do’’ I said curtly, and hung up.

Later, out in the courtyard, I was working on the night duty schedules on one of the wooden benches. I looked up as the first batch of kids came pouring out of the languages block. It was a gaggle of boys gleefully ribbing each other. An oafish jeer here, a punch in the arm there.

My heart beating fast, I got up, strolled over to the block and ducked inside. Excitable teens flooded past me in all directions as I caught sight of her at the end of the corridor, moving towards me with a pile of essays cradled in her arms. ‘‘Hey!’’ she sang with a sunny smile, “how’s it going?” I paused for a moment to weigh up my options and figure out the best way to deliver the message. ‘‘Well… your boyfriend called earlier. I guess he wants you to call him back’’.

I hadn’t planned on sounding so unimpressed. But in the heat of the moment that was exactly how I felt. ‘‘Oh’’ she said flatly, her smile instantly vanishing, eyes dropping to the floor. Then, without warning, she took me by the arm and pulled me into a nearby classroom, closing the door behind her.

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

Car Crash Girl Part 1 a short story.

Woodbridge School, Suffolk, England.

‘‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me’’ she stammered. “I’m gonna finish with him today, I think he knows it’s coming. You and me… obviously we should be together! I just have to deal with this first”.

She’d gotten herself so flustered I found myself reaching out to hold her. Something I’d been longing to do for days. And so we stood there in the dark classroom, our arms wrapped around each other, neither of us speaking. It was only then that what she’d said began to sink in and I allowed myself a smile.

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“You don’t need to micromanage me!’’ I snapped, massaging my temple through thumb and forefinger. “Apparently I do!’’ growled Lucie, hands on hips, the queen of indignation. “You’re just so blasé about it, someone’s gotta make things happen. If this is gonna work you need a job and soon!”

We were sitting on a bench on the marvellous Ladeuzeplein, Leuven’s largest square dominated by the stunning University Library. Gazing up at its neo-Renaissance exterior, I longed to disappear inside. Find a book and lose myself for a few hours. I’d suffer Chaucer… Browning even… anything that would get me out of this discussion.

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium

Leuven’s lovely Ladeuzeplein Square.

Photo courtesy of FaceMEPLS.

The job search wasn’t going well, Lucie hadn’t been wrong about that. I just couldn’t catch a break, despite the fact that I was a CELTA qualified English teacher with two years’ experience. With literally zero opportunities in Leuven, I’d been forced to branch out to Brussels, a twenty minute train ride away.

Initially, my prospects there had looked promising. But the more I interviewed, the more I realised the jobs on offer were far from ideal. In fact, every school I went to offered up the same depressing package. A disheartening mix of part-time hours and insulting salaries that made the cost of travelling to and fro barely worthwhile.

The worst of the bunch was Berlitz, a Dickensian workhouse of a center where the teachers trudged around like despondent orphans. My interview with the director of studies was equally grim. She was a somewhat detached woman with cropped, jet-black hair and gothic makeup. I recall the majority of my interview consisting of her running me through an exhaustive list of rules and regulations. I’d pretty much stopped listening by the time she explained that my pay would be equal to that of a Brussels toilet cleaner.

“Thanks, I’m speaking with a few institutes’’, I told her, with a placid nod.

Berlitz.

Berlitz, Brussels: No thanks.

With the teaching landscape looking bleak, I knew that Lucie would push me towards the call centre job in the nearby town of Diegem. It was the one company that had more or less guaranteed me a position. Two arms? Check! Two legs? Affirmative! Great, you start on Monday.

“Don’t you think you should take the Paktel job and see what happens?” said Lucie softly, rubbing my arm. I was so fed up with everything I just smiled and nodded in agreement. For now I had to concede that it represented the only way forward.

Diegem Train Station in Belgium.

The Belgian town of Diegem. Where careers go to die.

Photo courtesy of Trougnouf. 

I was almost asleep when I heard a light knocking on the door. ‘‘Yeah?” I rasped, popping my head above the covers. And there was Lucie slipping inside, quietly pushing the door to.

“Hey!” I said brightening up, rubbing my eyes as she kicked off her shoes. “It’s done” she whispered, climbing into bed and snuggling up next to me. “I’m so relieved!” She’d told me all about Eduardo over lunch that day. About how she’d met him while studying in Barcelona and that long distance relationships were just as hopeless as everybody says.

“We need to be discreet. I don’t want people to think of me as the girl who’s doing the deputy”. It then struck me that the camp would soon be over. That I’d be on my way up north to see out the summer at my parents’ place. I had absolutely no idea what Lucie’s plans were, but the thought of her not coming with me was unbearable. “So …” I said, feeling a heady rush as we lay there together. “Have you ever been to Scotland?”

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

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“I’m so excited!’’ she exclaimed, gazing out the window. We were on the train up to Edinburgh and I was visibly glowing, thrilled by the events of the past fortnight. When I’d asked Lucie to come home with me she hadn’t hesitated for a second. “Yes! Yes!” she cried, performing the fist-pumping dance that always got me laughing.

Finally, after a week of having to keep our relationship discreet, we were free from the restraints of the summer camp and able to do as we pleased. With two glorious weeks until she had to be back in Belgium for university, there was much to look forward to. We’d be staying at my parents’ place in the middle-of-nowhere rural Scotland, an hour outside Edinburgh. Even better, we’d have the place to ourselves, as my mum, dad and brother would all be out of town.

Car Crash Girl Part I a short story.

Car Crash Girl Part I, a short story from Belgium.

The conductor had just announced Edinburgh as the final stop when my phone started ringing. “Good afternoon Leighton, it’s Greg’’ said a smooth Californian voice. I sat there racking my brains as to whether I even knew a Greg. “Oh! … Hi!” I said, the penny finally dropping. “How are you?’’

There followed some polite beating around the bush, before he delivered the news that just a week ago would have left me ecstatic. “Nina and I have discussed everything and we’d love to offer you the job. How do you feel about coming to Italy?”

‘Car Crash Girl Part I’ is the first tale of my short story collection Based in Belgium.

I’ve been living, working and traveling all over the world since 2001. So why not check out my huge library of travel reports from over 30 countries.

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39 Comments

  • Mary Phillips

    You’ve hooked me with the cliff hanger… hurry with the next part, please.

    January 10, 2016 - 3:09 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      You’re one of very few people to have seen these stories when they were on their first drafts. I think they’ve come a long way.

      April 1, 2022 - 9:35 pm Reply
  • Running Man

    Ah the life story reaches Belgian borders. Looking forward to part 2, even though I know how it all turns out.

    January 10, 2016 - 3:43 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Hope the story still amuses over six years later!

      April 1, 2022 - 9:35 pm Reply
  • Sheree

    Always leave them wanting more

    March 27, 2022 - 9:06 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Ha, right Sheree. A few days and young Leighton’s fate shall be revealed. Thanks for reading!

      March 27, 2022 - 9:08 am Reply
      • Sheree

        😎

        March 27, 2022 - 9:33 am
  • pedmar10

    Great story indeed, cheers

    March 27, 2022 - 9:16 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Thank you sir, it seems so silly looking back on those days now nearly twenty years later. But hey, you are only young once.

      March 27, 2022 - 9:34 am Reply
      • pedmar10

        To remember is to relive!

        March 27, 2022 - 10:26 am
  • 100 Country Trek

    I love this story from when you were in Belgium and you are an amazing writer.

    March 27, 2022 - 10:35 am Reply
    • Leighton

      That’s very kind of you to say Anita. These stories were first written around ten years ago and have been through a number of drafts. Finally, I can put them to bed on these pages. Thanks again.

      March 27, 2022 - 10:39 am Reply
  • Little Miss Traveller

    What a great opening episode, can’t wait to read what happens next. Not visited that part of Belgium but it looks attractive. Hope you’ve both now managed to get away up to Carnforth?

    March 27, 2022 - 10:53 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Thank you Marion! We are on our way to Carnforth after classes this afternoon. My uncle is free of COVID so very much looking forward to our six day stay. Hope you’re having a great weekend!

      March 27, 2022 - 10:55 am Reply
      • Little Miss Traveller

        That’s excellent news, I’m so pleased for you both. Have a great time and send me some photos.

        March 27, 2022 - 11:07 am
  • kagould17

    Mystery and intrigue Leighton. Thanks for taking us along. Allan

    March 27, 2022 - 1:52 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Cheers for reading Allan!

      March 27, 2022 - 2:25 pm Reply
  • wetanddustyroads

    Belgium looks lovely (I love the name ‘Bondgenotenlaan’ … very close to my home language, Afrikaans). As for Lucie – she sounds interesting … can’t wait to hear the next part of this story 😉.

    March 27, 2022 - 5:05 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      “interesting” ha ha. She was certainly that. Belgium is lovely for the most part and I look back on those years very fondly. Thanks, Corna, for joining me at the start of this new series.

      March 27, 2022 - 5:11 pm Reply
  • Travels Through My Lens

    Okay, I’m hooked. Looking forward to the next chapter!

    March 27, 2022 - 8:58 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy the series!

      March 28, 2022 - 7:29 pm Reply
  • Lyssy In The City

    Am I reading a blog or best selling author? Always hard to tell with you!

    March 27, 2022 - 9:22 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Ha Lyssy, thats very sweet of you to say. Thanks for reading this opening chapter of my new short story collection.

      March 27, 2022 - 11:32 pm Reply
  • salsaworldtraveler

    This is a great story Leighton and so well told! I wish I had as many great adventures and experiences as you’ve had.

    March 28, 2022 - 2:37 am Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks John, appreciate that. This collection is a short one compared to the others, just six stories. But my time in Belgium was certainly an eventful one.

      March 28, 2022 - 8:56 am Reply
  • WanderingCanadians

    Well I’m already hooked on your Based in Belgium series. Looking forward to what happens next.

    March 28, 2022 - 10:43 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks for reading!

      March 28, 2022 - 10:46 pm Reply
  • Rebecca

    You can’t leave us on a cliffhanger like this! Any case, international relationships can be tough: even if you speak the same language as the other, there are cultural differences and personal upbringings to deal with. I’ll wait and see how it panned out for you with Lucie, and I’m looking forward to seeing how the job took you in Italy!

    March 28, 2022 - 11:56 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Thanks Rebecca, who’d have known that impulsively moving to another country for someone you don’t really know wasn’t the best idea in the world 😉 Just putting out the second part now…

      March 29, 2022 - 7:53 am Reply
  • travelling_han

    What a cliffhanger! I had a man like this earlier in my life who was so hot and cold, and so exciting, so intense…then switched to cold, and distant, and back to hot 10 times over before I finally said enough is enough. I’d have done anything for him but in hindsight I realise it wasn’t healthy. Can’t wait for the next installment 🙂

    March 29, 2022 - 11:23 am Reply
    • Leighton

      “Unhealthy” is a good word to describe such a relationship Hannah. Glad this story resonated but hope it didn’t bring back too many unpleasant memories. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy the second part.

      March 29, 2022 - 11:32 am Reply
  • grandmisadventures

    Oh man, I’m hooked and dying to know what happened next! Relationships like this are always hard because the person they are one minute is so much of what you love that when the switch comes and the next minute they are a little more on the crazy side, it is easy to minimize it and keep going for the sake of the good moments.

    March 29, 2022 - 4:42 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      You’ve hit the nail on the head Meg. And to think that some people put up with such relationships for years and years.

      March 29, 2022 - 9:18 pm Reply
  • Travel with a Pen

    Love a good cliffhanger! Can’t wait to read the rest of the story.

    March 29, 2022 - 8:57 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Hey! Sorry for the late reply, your comment came into my trash folder for some reason. I’m glad you enjoyed this tale and hope the sequel (so to speak) lived up to expectations. The stuff you get yourself into when you’re young eh?

      April 1, 2022 - 3:46 pm Reply
  • ThingsHelenLoves

    Do you think you’d try your hand at a novel? You certainly write in a style that makes me want to keep reading. As I was reading this I kept thinking, what happened next? and then what? Oh, I also muttered ‘ run, Leighton’ at one point. Lucy sounds like a walking red flag.

    On a different note, Berlitz does surprise me! I think of them as being a solid, dependable sort of bunch. Not so much, it would seem!

    March 31, 2022 - 1:18 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Ah that’s a very kind thing to say. I think one day, some years down the line when I’ve finally gotten on top of all the travel reports and short stories I want to do, I’d consider trying a novel. Back in those days Berlitz had a great reputation among students but an awful rep among teachers. Not sure how they’re doing these days. Thanks again!

      March 31, 2022 - 2:06 pm Reply
  • Memo

    This story seems better that I remember. Did you really rewrite or is my memory that bad? The photos of Leuven make me nostalgic. Looking forward to part II and wondering if we were ever really that young.

    April 2, 2022 - 9:10 pm Reply
    • Leighton

      Hey Memo, I’m guessing you read a very early version. These tales have come a long way I feel. Mostly written from memory yeah, it’s amazing what one can recall from early traumatic romances 😉

      April 3, 2022 - 9:04 am Reply

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