Fields of Gold - Prologue

The following story is purely a work of fiction that has been forming in my head for quite some time. It is in no way intended to be taken as fact nor are any of the characters involved. Just a little story for entertainment purposes. No offence is intended to Jon Bon Jovi, his family or associates.


She slowly opened her eyes, wincing against the bright glare of the sun streaming in from the large bay window. Her throat felt like she’d swallowed a pack of scalpels and her lungs felt heavy and constricted, a sure sign she’d nearly smoked herself to death last night. Reaching down with the one arm that seemed willing to cooperate, she felt on the floor for her mobile. As she grasped it, she heaved herself over on her side to look down at the time on the screen, “HOLY SHIT!!” Jenn had less than an hour to get herself to the airport on time for checking in for her flight - this was one plane she definitely could not afford to miss!


Flying around the room frantically grabbing her stuff, she offered a quick prayer to God that her bags were already packed from the night before. That afforded her a few precious moments to jump in the shower and wash away the after effects of the night before. Why, oh why had she agreed to having a “few” good luck drinks with the girls? She should have known better. The word “few” did not exist in her best friend Karen’s vocabulary, at least not when it came to alcohol!


Jumping into a pair of comfy jeans and a light shirt, she slapped a bit of moisturiser on her face deciding that make up could be administered in the taxi. Gathering up her bags, quickly checking she had ticket, passport and wallet she left a scribbled note to Karen;

Next time we go for a few drinks can we please make sure that I DON’T have a nine hour transatlantic flight early in the morning??? Love ya babe!! Xxx

Thankfully traffic to the airport was light and Jenn arrived with time to spare. Only when she was relaxing in the business class lounge did her hangover start to kick in. This was gonna be a long flight she thought to herself grimly. Finding a couple of painkillers in her bag she swallowed them down hoping to God they’d ease the dull pounding in her head. Not long later, she was settling into her comfy seat with extra leg room ( a requirement that came from having a dodgy nerve in her back) and gladly accepting freshly squeezed orange juice from the air hostess. Starting to feel slightly better, she grimaced at the thought of having to do this journey stuck in economy, not a pleasant image. She raised her glass to herself at having the good fortune to secure herself nice, expensive contacts in the U.S. “Hell I deserve it! and I’m sure as hell gonna be earning it!”, she reasoned with herself. Secretly Jenn was very excited at the prospects of this opportunity. Somehow a feeling that her fortunes were about to change for the better had lodged in her brain, right alongside her subdued hangover!