This is the thirteenth part of a fiction serial, in 792 words.
On that Saturday morning, Gillian was woken up early by noises from outside. Looking out of her bedroom window, she could see the women next door setting up some kind of open tents in the back garden. There were two people out there with the neighbours, one had long hair and the other one looked like a man, with a shaved head. But when he turned round, it was obvious from the big boobs under the checked shirt that it was a woman.
As she was up early, she thought she might as well check on the emails and blog. So she went down in her dressing gown and made a big mug of tea before turning on the computer. There was no reply from Matt in her emails, so she logged on to the blog instead.
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They puzzled her. She couldn’t see why they had left the comments, as they had no relevance to anything on her post. Not knowing what else to do, she clicked the star to like each comment, then went to make some breakfast. Fried eggs on toast took her fancy, and as she was cooking, she could see the two bags of rubbish she had dropped outside the back door. Last dustbin day, she had been unable to summon up the courage to take the bin to the front gate, and had put her rubbish outside in the garden instead.
But she had only opened the door wide enough to drop the bin bags without actually walking outside.
Before lunchtime, the sudden noise from the garden made her jump. They had started playing music out there already, sounding like a heavy metal disco or something. Gillian switched on her television and cranked up the volume loud enough for her to hear what they were saying on the news, but the music from the party in the garden next door, and the sounds of people shouting and laughing made it seem pointless to try to watch anything. Best to have an early lunch and look on the computer instead.
There was a reply from Matt, sent just a few minutes earlier.
Hi, I’m sorry to say that I don’t think the feeling will ever go away. If anything, it will get worse over time. Ask anyone who feels the same, and they will tell you it’s incurable. But I don’t want to bring you down, so I encourage you to just learn to live with it. Ignore all the advice online, and anyone who tells you they can talk you round. If there was a cure, I wouldn’t still be like I am. On the way home from work yesterday, I was so distressed, I vomited at a bus stop. I think the people in the queue thought I was drunk, though one old lady did ask me if I was alright. When I got home, I was still shaking, and couldn’t face eating anything. So to answer your question in the email, I don’t cope with going to work, not at all. If I could get a doctor to agree to sign me off, I would never go to work again. Matt. X
Gillian was starting to feel really sorry for Matt. He seemed so nice, and she could imagine his upset making him sick at that bus stop. It also made her feel a bit guilty, as she never had to go out. The noise from next door was getting worse, so she decided to reply immediately, to take her mind off the racket.
Dear Matt. If you can go out to get to work, maybe you should go to see your doctor instead. Explain what is happening, and see if he will give you time off. Better still, make you unfit for work, so you can get benefits and not have to go out. I don’t like to think of you being so bad like that, but there’s not much I can do, except be your friend My name is Gillian by the way, but don’t mention that on my blog. You can call me Gill. My mum used to, and so did some of the people I worked with. x
She thought it only fair to tell him her real name. And one small kiss at the end didn’t hurt.
I’m not sure about Matt.
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Time will tell, where Matt is concerned.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Hey, does Matt want to try to cure Gillian of her agoraphobia this way? It seems to be getting really interesting. xx Michael
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Not sure if he wants to cure her, or just have a friend with the same issues. We will see.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Maybe Matt can move in with Gill.
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Have you read part 14, Geoff? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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For some unknown reason I’m a bit wary of Matt…
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Always good to be wary of online strangers, in my experience. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Like a few others, I can’t second guess this one so I will just enjoy the episodes as they come 🙂
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Thanks, Carol. It’s nice to try to work it out though, isn’t it? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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I’m sure I will try when I have something to say, Pete.. I don’t stay quiet for long… Lol
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I’ve given up too, just enjoying the ride!
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Don’t give up guessing. I love guesses. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Not trying to “think ahead” on this story Pete, just enjoying every chapter!
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I concur! I’m totally invested in this story!
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Thanks, Nadine. 🙂
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It’s so good Pete!
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Thanks, John. Hopefully, I will surprise you. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I wonder whether Gillian will go out to confront the neighbours? Alternatively I wonder whether she will grin and bare it? There is nothing like a guessing game to keep one amused! I must confess (despite my comment on an earlier chapter), that I am feeling a little sympathy for Gillian. But not that much sympathy, as there is part of me (the larger part), that thinks she should stop being so self-obsessed and selfish. Kevin
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Gillian has had little guidance in her life. She was never really taught how to socialise and communicate, and lived in a ‘bubble’ that was just her and her mum. As her father was killed when she was very young, she also had no male influence. My feeling is that she was always heading for something, once her mother was not there to prop her up. It could have been drug or gambling addiction, alcoholism, or anorexia. It just happened to be agoraphobia in her case. (And a very bad diet 🙂 )
As for the neighbours’ party, all will be revealed tomorrow.
Thanks, Kevin.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are right about the lack of guidance, Pete. All the best. Kevin
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You’re keeping us guessing.
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That’s my plan! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Gillian: “Just when I was starting to relax, the neighbors throw a party. Intense.”
(2) Story correction: The individual with the shaved head was a man with big moobs.
(3) Tawny Bockover is the apple of my eye. When I saw her mentioned here, I let out a mighty “Yahoo!”
(4) The garden gnomes have filed a complaint. Those bags of rubbish have raised environmental concerns.
(5) “Gillian switched on her television and cranked up the volume…” My TV set doesn’t have a crank. And that’s a good thing. Cranking makes my arms sore.
(6) Who came to the garden party? Well, according to one of the guests…
♬ People came from miles around, everyone was there
♬ Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
♬ And over in the corner, much to my surprise
♬ Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan’s shoes wearing his disguise
(7) Bad citation: “When I got home, I was still shaking, and couldn’t face eating anything. So to answer your question, I don’t cope with going to work, not at all. If I could get a doctor to agree to sign me off, I would never go to work again. Why does every gunslinger in the country drift into Dodge City, looking to challenge me to a duel in the street? I need a barrel of whiskey, Miss Kitty. Love, Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.”
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An obscure Rick Nelson song, and a ‘Gunsmoke’ reference too! Well done, David.
Best wishes, Pete.
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No more guesses, Pete…this is getting complicated!
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Guess away, dear Carolyn. You know I won’t tell you anyway, but it might be fun! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well the rowdy neighbors may take offense to the stinky rubbish bags…..Mark could turn into flake…but I think Gillian will leave the house in the end to help someone…or because the house is on fire…
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A house fire? Poor Gillian, you are burning down her home now. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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