Tell Her About It


As teenagers, Michael and John had whooped and hollered on the same street, dragged their heels to the same school, dreamed of sunshine reflected on the water in the same class and, that one fateful time, shared the same bed. As the only black kids in a town of stares and catcalls, they had been drawn to each other like water to a drain. Both sets of parents had arrived from the Caribbean in the 1950s – from different islands but united in a determination to give a better life to the children that they had dragged from their idylls in the sun. Thrust together and told to play nice, the boys had at first circled each other like warriors – feinting, falling back, looking for an opening, testing each others strength, and then grappling, rolling in the dirt and laughing as they realised that they were better united than in opposition. And so they remained. Until John met Grace.

“I’ve decided – I’m going to tell her. She deserves to know, Michael.” They had just reserved their spot in the wedding album – best man and groom, and Michael and John had found a place to stand in what passed for the sun in this country. John watched his bride – Grace, radiant in white, as she was being shuffled closer to the maid of honour and told to turn her head just so. Michael heard his friend’s words and then nodded once, but the expression on his face spoke volumes. They had talked and argued about this many times and both knew that whatever Grace said, whatever her reaction would be, this would change things between them all, forever.


29 thoughts on “Tell Her About It

  1. Hi Rob, nice piece, typical of your style – leave us to fill in the blanks! Well, readers love writers who make them work for it, don’t they? Check your sp of Michael – missed a couple. Are you doing NNWM this year?

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    • Hey, Debbie, long time no speak – how you doing? 🙂
      Thanks for the heads up on the spelling, I’ll look at that in a moment.
      No – not doing NaNoWriMo this year – I done started me on a Masters in Creative Writing. Imagine that! 🙂
      How are you doing? You in the UK at the mo?


      • Wow, an MA! I’m seriously impressed! I think that’s the thing publishers are looking for these days, to differentiate their authors. From all I’ve read, no-one regrets doing an MA in creative writing. Good luck with it!
        I’m still in France now, enjoying a Saint-Denis summer – it’s been 20 to 22C this week, although I expect normal to of 12 – 15 to resume soon!
        I’ve been plotting and outlining like crazy for NaNo – I’m trying some structuring for scenes now, which is new to me.
        You’re on my follow list now, so I’ll see your posts more regularly. Good luck with your studies, Rob.

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      • Thanks for the inspiring words for the MA, Debbie – that makes me feel a bit better about paying out all that money! 🙂
        Autumn in the UK has been very mild too, but nothing like the temperatures that you are getting. I’m quite jealous!
        Good to hear that you’re doing NaNo – I thoroughly enjoyed it the two times I went through – it’s a real inspiration to me to have targets. Funny you should mention plotting because that’s what we are focussing on in the course this week. 🙂 It’s good to get some structure around what you are doing – it’ll pay dividends later on.
        Thanks for following me, Debbie – I’m a bit of a feedback junkie so I’d love your comments. But make sure you hit your daily writing quota first!
        All kindness and have a great day – Robert.

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  2. Oh yes, you did a great job of introducing both them and the story in a way that makes me want to tell you to spill the rest of the story and to already hope that it doesn’t push John and Michael apart. What happens!? 😀

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