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.
Awesome post!!!! ❤
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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?
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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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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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The wedding was in the early 1960s and so a lot has happened since then, Victoria. This was just the beginning! You think it’s worth pursuing? 🙂
Thanks for reading. Let’s see (he said with a hint of mystery in his voice).
Kindness – Robert
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I want to know what happens to them because I like them. Do you know?
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It’s all in my head at the moment. Nothing is decided. Life could roll any way. Let’s see if they call on me to write their story. 🙂
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One time of adolescent experimentation doesn’t put a label on someone, I don’t think. Hopefully Grace is accepting ❤
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It’s easy to say that, but this was back in the early 1960s and I don’t think that folks were as accepting then as they are now. Still, we can hope for the best. Thanks for reading, Dee – hope you’re having a good day. Keep breathing! 😉
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I’m not sure I agree. Don’t you think the 60s were times of experimentation? Unless there’s more between the two guys than the one time. Maybe I misunderstood…
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I know that that sort of stuff was still illegal in the 1950s – look at the mess that Alan Turing got into. But I’m not sure either way if they got more involved on that front.
Let’s see if I get to do more on that story. 😉
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Wow, had to look Turing up! But that was 1952, pretty early. I think the whole counterculture stuff was, what, early 60s into the 70s? Yeah, totally depends on how you want the story to go…
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Teen in the early 50s, marriage in the early 60s. Lot of stuff in-between. Then, because this is a plot turning point – lots of fireworks afterwards. Love, loss, pining, seeking, finding, loving, losing, loving again – all that good stuff. 🙂
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Intriguing!
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Thanks for reading, my friend. Hope you’re having a beautiful day. 🙂
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Is he going to tell here, he know she slept with the milkman?
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Hahaha – not quite. John is going to tell her that he slept with his best friend, Michael. Maybe she will take this as an opportunity to tell him that she slept with the milkman. 😉
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Hm, the obvious…a bit disappointing…
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Not when you find out that the milkman was her fiancé’s best friend. 😉
But actually – maybe that is obvious too. :b
Hmm. Maybe the milkperson could be her fiancé’s best friend’s sister, who as well as selling milk, also sells strap-ons – with the option of a free demonstration. Now we’re talking! 🙂
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Yeah! That’s more like it Robert:-)
But give her an interesting-Johnny Depp-look a like brother too, ok?
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Hahaha – for sure. Eye-candy is always worth including. Maybe they should be identical twins of different genders so that we can add in a bit of farce from the identity confusion.
It’s be like: “I want you – quick, get the strap-on!” To which Johnny D replies “I don’t need a strap-on – I got THIS!” At which point 62.5% of the audience faint away! 🙂
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hahahahahaha….With my vivid imagination I surely will faint 🙂
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Just make sure you fall towards Johnny – be will catch you with his … ahem. 🙂
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Will he, or will he not? That’s the question….
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Hahaha – you know that ‘willy’ is a colloquial term for … ahem – right? Your question becomes even more pertinent! 🙂
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Yes I know, hihi
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😉
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