This is the twenty-first part of a fiction serial, in 803 words.
Although he was French-Canadian, Julien didn’t speak French to them as they drove along. He didn’t speak English with an American accent either, as Adrian had heard from some Canadians he had met. No, he spoke English with a French accent, and the sound of him talking set Adrian’s teeth on edge. As well as that, he didn’t smell too good, as if he hadn’t washed himself or his clothes for some time. Winding down the window to let in some extra fresh air, Adrian tried to ignore the big man’s chatter.
“Yees, I hev been in France for sex months now, travelling in a cirque. I know such a great place. Let me show you. Waterfalls, rapids, boootiful woods.” Sally was keen. “Sounds great, where do we turn off?” Unable to hide the annoyance in his voice, Adrian snapped at her. “What about Biarritz? I thought that was OUR plan?” Julien didn’t seem to sense any atmosphere. “It’s the Jura, near the Suisse border. North of Lyon. We can turn off at Tours, head east in direction of Macon.” Sally yelled. “YES, let’s do it!”
As if Julien’s mix of langauges wasn’t irritating enough, Sally’s enthusiasm to follow his suggestion left Adrian’s face set in stone. He turned east at Tours though, hoping they would get shot of him somwehere in the Jura. Over five hours later, after consulting his map and filling up with petrol again, Adrian pulled into the village of Doucier, where Julien said they would find cheap accommodation at a campsite that had tents for hire.
Surprisingly, Julien produced some money to pay for the tent. It was already erected, and came with four sleeping mats, four collapsible chairs, and a small stove powered by a gas bottle. Some mismatched cups, glasses, and cutlery were in a wooden box in one corner. For Adrian, him and Sally sharing a tent with Julien was far from an ideal prospect, but as it had only been booked for three nights, and the weather was surprisingly good, he resolved to make the best of it.
Because it was late afternoon, the small shop on the site was sold out of almost everything. Seeking to raise Sally’s estimation of him, Adrian offered to drive back into the lakeside area of Doucier, where the site manager had suggested he might be able to buy food and drink for the night. Sally shouted after him. “Red wine, Adey. Don’t forget that!” The bakery was almost sold out, and he had to settle for three baguettes that felt far too hard. A small delicatessen proved to be a better find though, and he purchased a variety of cured meats and cheeses, along with two litres of cheap red wine.
When he got back, he noticed the long zip securing the front of the tent was closed. Presuming they had gone for a walk, Adrian placed the car keys and shopping on the ground, then pulled the zip up. What he saw inside made him stagger backwards in surprise. Julien’s naked arse, his filthy trousers around his ankles, and Sally’s bare legs wrapped around his back. Unconcerned by his obvious presence, they seemed determined to finish what they were doing. Adrian turned and ran for all he was worth, a rage building inside.
With no idea where he was going, he found himself on some rocks high above a fast-flowing stream, and sat down heavily on one, his chest heaving and face hot and flushed.
It was dark by the time they found him. Sally walked forward, her tone flat. “God, Adrian, you had us worried. What the hell was all that about? You need to be cool man. It’s not as if you and me were a thing. Come on, it’s just sex, no big deal”. Adrian stood up. He had made up his mind to tell her to clear off, and go her way with Julien. He would go back to Normandy, and see the Bayeux Tapestry before returning to England. But as he turned to tell her that, Julien started laughing. “Hell, Sally. I betting heez never done it”.
Arms and legs flailing, Adrian attacked the grinning oaf, punching and kicking for all he was worth. But it was a lost cause. Not only had Adrian never had a fight in his life, the other man was a head taller, and twice as broad. After laughing at the puny Englishman’s efforts for a few moments, Julien pulled back his right arm and landed a massive punch on his opponent’s jaw.
It was harder than he had meant to punch though. Adrian staggered back, fell heavily onto the rock where he had been sitting, and then slid off into the abyss below.
Grabbing Sally’s arm, the Canadian screamed at her. “Let’s get out of here!”
The first shocking impact. Wow! That was unexpected now. Great, Pete! Have a nice Sunday afternoon. Best wishes, Michael
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I’m happy to have surprised and shocked readers with this episode, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A great part of the serial. Best wishes, Michael
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You always have a hammer! Wow!
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I like to use it sparingly at times, Michele. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Just another chapter where nothing much happens I guess…NOT! Wow! What a shocker!
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Thanks John. There has to be a surprise now and again. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You did it again Pete! What a shocker, Adrian is knocked into the abyss, hopefully someone will notice he’s missing? C
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Thanks, Cheryl. I’m sure someone will notice eventually. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh dear, I wasn’t expecting that…Good one, Pete and now they have a car…x
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I as pleased that nobody expected it. Thanks, Carol.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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A pleasurable read, Pete full of surprises x
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(1) According to my geography teacher, traveling in a cirque involves reaching a dead end.
(2) I could enjoy sex months in France for many, many years!
(3) Overheard:
Adrian: “You know what, Julien. You can go jump in the lake!”
Julien: “Wheech one. Chalain or Chambly?”
(4a) The tent was already erected. And so was… Oh, never mind!
(4b) Sally hated men who talked during sex. This created confusion for Julien. Every time he insisted that they close the tent door, Sally squeezed Julien’s body even harder with her thighs and replied, “Zip it!”
(4c) Julien is lucky that he’s not having sex with Xenia Onatopp.
(5) Adrian’s face was hot and flushed. No wonder Sally said, “You need to be cool, man.”
(6a) Upon being insulted, Adrian began punching and kicking the grinning oaf for all he was worth—roughly 5 francs and 2 centimes.
(6b) Adrian should have struck Julien with one of the three hard baguettes.
(7) “Adrian staggered back, fell heavily onto the rock where he had been sitting, and then slid off into the abyss below.” His only hope for survival in the abyss was that some NTI’s (aquatic aliens with diaphanous wings) would come to his rescue.
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I wondered if you would reference the Ed Harris film, and I enjoyed the vision of Adrian fighting with a stale baguette as a weapon! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Neat surprise! Farewell Ady, I wonder if anyone will notice he’s gone.
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I was happy to surprise everyone. I’m sure his family will eventually notice he is dead. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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well I wasn’t expecting that 🙂
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That’s what I like to hear, Eduardo. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh my. . . Our dearly departed Mike must be turning in his grave. His well-sorted ‘Good Runner’ seems likely to become either an orphan or a getaway car in part Twenty-Two. Either way, Sally is certainly turning out to be a bit more of a slag than just a careless user of people. Redemption seems unlikely, but. . . hoping # Twenty-Two is in my email box when I wake up so I can find out! 🙂
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It is being posted in a few minutes, so the time difference should work for you.
Best wishes, Pete.
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wow, I may have been as surprised as Adrian –
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Readers being surprised is always good news for me, Beth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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That’s what you get for letting the bitch tell you what to do. Hope she “gets hers”!
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Sometimes, nasty people get away with stuff, Carolyn.
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Oh dear, poor Adrian. I bet they even pinch his car as well…
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That seems highly likely, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not looking good….what a thoroughly nasty bit of work that girl is. But well written on your part, if you manage to get the reader incensed by the behaviour of characters you create
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That’s always pleasing for me, Sue. If people really dislike a character, then I know I am on the right track.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well, you are with this poisonous little oik
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I never saw that coming!! I was enjoying catching up on the last few episodes, but now I have to wait a full day to find out if Adrian is left for dead. I can’t stand the wait!
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I hope nobody saw it coming, as that was my intention of course. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You succeeded, and did it very well! Best to you, Pete.
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Now THAT is a cliffhanger, Pete… I hope Adrian isn’t badly hurt 😳
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It was a long way down, Chris. 🙂
Hence the use of one of my favourite words. ‘Abyss’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Poor Adrian. I was hoping you were going to give him some balls, but too little too late. What’s going to happen to our car now? Surely Sally won’t dare to steal it.
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The fate of the car will be revealed tomorrow, Jude. 🙂
I thought about letting Adrian ‘man up’, then decided it would be unrealistic if he did.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Poor Adrian. I didn’t see that coming Pete.
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If you didn’t see it coming, then that’s great news for me. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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that is a sick betrayal by sally for adrian and he got hit by julien also and adrian loves sally but sally don’t and so good goind with the story
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Yes, Adrian’s obsession with Sally was his downfall.
Best wishes, Pete.
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