This is the first part of a fiction serial, in 635 words.
I remember the afternoon when Becky finished with me like it was yesterday. Perhaps that’s because it was yesterday.
She turned her back on me after she told me to go, and refused to turn around and discuss it further. I thought about pleading. You know, the usual stuff.
“But I don’t understand”.
“What have I done wrong?”
“Can’t we just sit and talk about it?”
They all ran through my head, but I decided against any of them. Something about her posture, or perhaps just how her hair looked so thick as she ran her hand through it, but I had only just noticed, I don’t know. I sort-of understood, even though I wasn’t happy about it. I picked up my car keys.
“Okay, I will crash at Luke’s tonight, and get some more of my stuff tomorrow, when you’re at work”.
She stood stock still, without turning or replying. I wondered if she was crying.
I hoped she was crying.
“I will take that as a yes then”.
I drove to Luke’s in a dream, and can’t remember the journey at all. He was fine about it of course, always happy to have the company. Secretly pleased to have his best friend back, he carefully avoided any I-told-you-sos, and went into the kitchen to get us both a beer. When he suggested a curry be delivered later, and he had a new game to play on the Playstation, I nodded without adding a comment.
“Your usual? Lamb Pasanda, Garlic Naan, and boiled rice?”
A nod. I had already finished the first beer, and he went to get me another one.
“Got the latest Red or Dead game too, if you fancy that?”
Another nod. I didn’t have the heart to tell him we were too old for video games now.
“Or we could watch a DVD. You know I have dozens you will never have seen. I got a great Chinese martial arts one last week. I’ve already watched it twice, but more than happy to see it again”.
Another nod. Had he forgotten I hated martial arts films?
He sat back down, looking awkward, sipping the beer through the bottle top. I had known him since we were five years old, and there were times I seriously doubted that he had ever grown up. He was wearing a heavy metal t-shirt that was so tight, it was lifting up showing his belly. And he didn’t even like heavy metal. His flat was like a tip, and smelled of his trainers which were arranged in a row along one wall. He loved to wear those trainers, and I couldn’t remember a time when he had worn anything else.
Except at our wedding of course. I told him not to show up as my best man unless he was wearing proper shoes.
“I can sleep on the sofa, Frankie, you can have the bed. Then I won’t disturb you when I get up for work”.
Another nod. I was wondering how dirty the sheets would be.
He had called me Frankie, just like Becky did. Becky and Frankie. I wouldn’t be hearing that anymore.
My parents always called me Fran, and pronounced it ‘Frarn’. I hated that, as it made me sound like a girl. They had named me Francis after grandad Frank, Mum’s dad. I had never even met the man, and I was stuck with his stupid name forever.
I ate my curry as I watched Luke trying in vain to kill cowboys on his Playstation game. After finishing the sixth beer, I told him I was having an early night, and got my stuff from the rucksack.
I was right about his bedding, so I slept on top of the bed, covered by my coat.
Not that I got much sleep.
Always exciting when Beetley Pete starts a new serial! Apologies that I have lags and catchups. It will be this way for another month. I know you understand. The catchups are so enjoyable. Best to you, Pete.
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No problem at all, Jennie. Always happy to see you when you get time. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks for understanding, Pete.
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Well at least at the beginning Becky is alive!
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This is a diversion for me, Elizabeth. No murders this time, it is a ‘relationship’ story. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well not too happy I hope. If so I will begin to worry about you!
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After reading this first part i am a little bit confused.Had awaited another murder story. 😉 Dont worry, love this one too. Michael
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No murders this time, not even a crime. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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At first i wonderend about, but this story is very interesting too. You are a great social profiler too. 😉 Thank you!
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A satisfying start!
On a side note , I have posted some fresh stories on my blog and would love for you to check them out!
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Happy Reading!
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Glad you liked the first episode.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Another fast start to a story, Pete – I know a number of men who also refused to grow up….we’ll see what road our protagonist goes down on this one!
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This is a ‘murder free’ serial, John. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You got the first rejection out of the way early, Pete. I’m guessing that we’re dealing with some people in their early twenties, but you didn’t let us in on that yet. An excellent “setting the table” chapter.
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Frankie is actually 37 years old in this episode, Pete. Hence the reference to being too old to play Playstation. The story goes back in time to the events leading up to the spilt with Becky.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Intriguing!
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Thanks, Peg. This one is very different to my other serials, as it is not about murders or mysteries, 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’m glad you have a new series!
Great start!
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Thanks, Margie. Not so violent, you will be pleased to hear. 🙂
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Awesome start, Pete!
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Thanks, Shaily. A different theme for me this time.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A wild guess, either the butler did it (with Becky) or Frankie is the butler and got fired. Warmest regards, Theo
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That would be a nice idea. I shouldn’t have mentioned their wedding. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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That was a very short instalment – but certainly enough to set the scene and whet the appetite for more 🙂
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Lots of readers prefer the shorter episodes, Mary. I am trying to keep them shorter, and below 900 words.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Rejection and someone else’s dirty sheets. Bad combo
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Even without rejection, a dirty bed is pretty awful. 🙂
Thanks, Pam.
Best wihes, Pete.
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Got my popcorn! And so thrilled I’m getting in at the beginning. Great start.
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Thanks, Beck. Part two tomorrow. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This is off to an intriguing start Pete.
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Glad you think so. Early warning though. No murders! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s okay.
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Yippppeeeeee!
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Hmm…I wonder where this one will go
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Well, I don’t mind letting on that there are no murders. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😉😄😄
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(1) Brief conversation before Becky turned her back:
Frankie: “Where shall I go? What shall I do?”
Becky: “Frankie, my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
(2) Becky’s back means Frankie’s finished.
(3) “I picked up my car keys. ‘Okay, I will crash at Luke’s tonight.'” I hope Frankie’s car has airbags, and that he’s wearing his seat belt.
(4) Frankie was in no hurry for a curry.
(5) Another nod. Another nod. Another nod. Frankie’s nod himself tonight.
(6) “He was wearing a heavy metal t-shirt…” Would that be a hauberk or a brigandine?
(7) If Luke’s into martial arts, shouldn’t he prefer lamb chops?
(8) After his sixth beer, Frankie was three sheets to the wind. So I’m surprised he noticed the bed’s dirty sheets.
(9) “I watched Luke trying in vain to kill cowboys…” And yet Lucky Luke is known as the “man who shoots faster than his shadow.”
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Lucky Luke? You remembered that French cartoon. Well done, David.
Best wishes, Pete.
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And we’re off…. Look like Becky is the original mystery.
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It’s a ‘realationship’ story, GP. Some parts might sound familiar. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re not going to get all mushy, are you?
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Me? 🙂
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😏
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Whoops, sounds like ‘Frarn’s’ in the dog-house.
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We have a long journey back in time to see why. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I think I am getting hooked on your series!
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That’s music to my ears, Margie!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yay here we go again! I do love the serials!
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Thanks, FR. Advance warning though. No muders! So don’t get your hopes up. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I’ll cope. 😊
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Looking forward to more Pete! Great start! C
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Thanks, Cheryl. And no murders in this one!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh good, another story. 🙂
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A very different theme this time, Lucinda.
Best wishes, Pete.
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