This is a short story, in 675 words.
Something quick to read during the Covid-19 lockdown.
Gerald had always been a planner. He had planned ahead for a comfortable retirment, and made sure to pay his house off when he was still working. He had enough money to change his car every two years too, so no worries about something unreliable that kept breaking down.
The best technology went without saying. A 4-K televison that had a screen which would not look out of place in a small cinema, connected to the complete cable package that included every single viewing option. Then there was the sleek laptop, with the latest mobile phone amd tablet all in sync. His Internet connection was fibre-optic, and unlimited. He smiled at the fact that he hadn’t even asked how much that cost every month.
No need to stint himself on food either. Only the best ingredients, and finest locally-produced meat too. All prepared using the best professional utensils money could buy, on a double oven range cooker that cost as much as a small car.
However, there was one thing he had failed to plan for. He had nobody to share this luxury lifestyle with. Marriage to Jean had only lasted four years, and she had been paid off decades ago. Since then, Gerald had never met anyone else suitable. At least nobody that matched his standards. And he was not about to lower those.
So life alone seemed to be his only option. He decided he would manage very nicely, thank you.
Walking around in town was not something he liked to do. Too many beggars, for his liking. He had no truck with the so-called ‘homeless’. They should do as he had done; get a job, make a career, prepare for a comfortable retirement. Even though he might have had two hundred pounds in his wallet at any given time, he was never going to part with so much as a penny for those shirkers.
And there were those shabby-looking shoppers too. Shuffling around pushing worn-out shoppers-on-wheels, making a bee-line for the disgusting shops that sold everything for one pound, then having lunch in a local bakery, stuffing greasy pies into their chomping jowls. Many were tailed by a gang of noisy, dirty-looking children too. Small wonder they had no money, when they had no idea about family planning. And the tattos they were covered in no doubt cost more than the food they had just bought.
He crossed the street to avoid the queues outside the various fast-food establishments. The smell from those places made him retch, and the sight of cutomers emerging then cramming food into their mouths in public made him feel physically ill.
Honestly, there were times when Gerald wondered if he was even the same species as those people.
Instead of venturing into town, he began to shop online. Everything could be delivered whenever you wanted it to be, as long as you had the money to pay for it, and the Internet connection to order it.
It wasn’t long before Gerald had no need to go outside at all. A gardener came to take care of his small plot, and a window cleaner kept all the windows shiny. Both were paid by bank transfer, online of course. When he realised that he hadn’t used his car for four months, Gerald contacted the dealer and sold it back to them. It seemed pointless to bother to keep it, even though he took a substantial loss on the sale. They came to collect it. No need for him to drive all that way.
After a delightful meal of the finest venison in a casserole, accompanied by two glasses of Nuits Saint Georges, Gerald relaxed in his favourite leather armchair, cradling a tumbler of the very best single malt money could buy. He switched on the television, and scrolled through the available options. Settling on a potentially interesting legal drama, he raised the leg rest on the chair using the electronic control.
It didn’t even cross his mind that it was only one-thirty in the afternoon.
How sad!
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Yes, I think people who place possessions above all else are sad individuals.
Best wishes, Pete.
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They are, Pete. Best to you.
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And then he will be one of the ones who dies at home and no one even knows for weeks at a time. That happened with a woman here. Very distressing to think of that level of isolation. Well captured in your writing.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. Gerald was isolating long before Covid-19 of course. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a sad way to “live.”
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I based this on someone who lives nearby. Then tried to picture his life inside that house.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Woof. Interesting denouement 👍 Very topical 🐶
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Thanks very much. Of course, Gerald was isolating long before Covid-19. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a boring way to live! Even in isolation there’s better things to do than watch TV.
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Undoubtedly. But people like Gerald have lived like this long before the current lockdown, inspired by their belief that they are somehow better than others. There are some just like him living in the cul-de-sac opposite.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great story Pete!
I wonder how many people live like Gerald, probably far too many!
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There are at least two I know within walking distance of my house, Margie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good stuff, Pete. A life of isolation is not the way to live a full and meaningful life. Imagine the day Gerald passes and not a single person can pay tribute to the man. That is a sad existence.
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He has convinced himself that it is the right way to live. He’s missing out on so much of course.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Gerald is a model for how to do social distancing and that was before the pandemic. 🙂 Warmest regards, Theo
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Exactly right, Theo. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Terrific story Pete…it’s easy to see some people gradually shutting down all outside communication except for those you mention…I think here in the US right now, this quarantine is proving that people do NOT want to do everything at home….we love getting out!
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Thanks, John. There seem to be quite a few like Gerald around here. They were ‘self-isolating’ for years, before any virus made it sensible.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Does Gerald have a wine cellar? If so, I recommend a good bottle of Beyerskloof Pinotage. Goes well with Fox’s Crunch Creams.
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I doubt that screw-top wine would be condiered good enough for his taste, David. Though if he ever ate a crunch cream, I am sure he would become addicted to them. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Sounds like the perfect day of retirement. 😉
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I suspect Gerald is unaware of his sad solitary life, Cindy. Or perhaps he just genuinely prefers it that way?
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I don’t think because one lives in solitary that it’s a sad situation. Most people don’t know what to do with themselves when alone.
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For me, it is more about his attitude to others that is sad, Cindy. x
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great story of a solitary man. thanks, Pete! 🙂
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Thanks, Wilma. There are quite a few like Gerald around here. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Very interesting story, Pete. I feel sorry for Gerald, though he’d be thoroughly disgusted and flummoxed by my sympathy.
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Exactly right, Pam. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I dont suppose Gerald even noticed the lockdown 🙂
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No, he lives like that permanently. 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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story. The title makes one think, naturally of the lockdown introduced as a result of COVID19. However you, rather cleverly introduce the idea of a self-imposed lockdown. Kevin
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Sorry, I meant to say, “a great story”.
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Thanks, Kevin. Yes, this man lived his life in ‘luxury lockdown’ long before Covid-19. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I can think of a few people who have this kind of lifestyle. My neighbour for instance, hasn’t left the house in months. She doesn’t even go into her garden anymore (a gardener arrives once a fortnight). Goodness knows what she does in there every day.
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This was prompted by a man who lives alone in the cul-de-sac opposite. He has a very expensive car, and workmen to do every tiny job imaginable. But he never leaves his strangely immaculate house, with its solar panels looking ugly all over the roof. Another neighbour told me that he thinks other people are ‘beneath him’, and he’s not afraid to state that. I imagine he must be very sad and lonely in there. Long days stretching ahead of him.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Let’s hope he likes his own company. A chap who lives in our road has told me in the past that he hates people and prefers dogs. He’s always lived alone and is never without a dog for too long, but he likes it that way.
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It would be interesting to know what made your neighbour that way. There is, usually something hidden deep in childhood (or elsewhere) which helps to explain such things.
I do know a gentleman who has said something similar. However hhe is, in point of fact a pleasant person to be around and does have friends.
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I have no idea why he lives like that. He has never spoken to me, despite me always greeeting him cheerfully.
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By the smell of cigarette smoke that wafts into our upstairs bathroom via an under-the-floorboard vent and the sound of mindless daytime programmes, I think she sits in bed smoking all day and watching TV. Perhaps her muscles are so wasted by this inactivity that she cannot leave the house. Her daughter runs around doing everything for her.
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A great character study, Pete! Thank you! Where did Gerald get the money, for his very interesting lifestyle? 😉 Didn’t I understand that? Sorry! Best wishes, Michael
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He just had a very good job before retirement, Michael. That’s all. 🙂
But he only sees that as him being better than others, and working harder.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you for explaining, Pete! Well, in retirement this can be explained. 😉 Very well written. Thank you! Wish you a nice day! Best wishes, Michael
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Pete have you seen this blog? https://thewrittenrevolt.com/ chuq
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I hadn’t, so thanks for the link. I am so busy writing stuff, i don’t have that much time to read at the moment. I am supposed to be reviewing a book for that magazine website, but have only read page one!
Best wishes, Pete.
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My pleasure and good luck with your review….chuq
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