This is the third part of a fiction serial, in 762 words.
Pleased with the delightfully smooth ride offered by the Mercedes, Jon made good progress south as he enjoyed listening to Radio Four on the impressive in-car entertainment system. Memories of his time in Brighton drifted in and out of his consciousness as he kept to the speed limit and watched out for the large trucks pulling into his lane too slowly.
These days, they would undoubtedly call it Grooming. The encouragement of an impressionable and overwhelmed student by an older, well-respected man. Someone abusing a position of trust in an educational establishment. Such stories were all the rage now, with court cases that were described as the pursuit of ‘historical offences’ But Jon harboured no resentment, sought no justice or revenge.
For him, Nigel had been a revelation, not a predator.
It all seemed so long ago. A room in a shared house at the cheap end of Brighton. Bus journeys to and from Sussex University. Then that first one-on-one meeting with his tutor, Nigel Downs. Although he was around the same age as his father, he was so different to him in every way imaginable. Dressed casually in the latest fashions, relaxed and chatty, quick to drape an arm around a shoulder, or gently pat a knee. Thinking about it made Jon smile, even now.
Flashing headlights in the rear view mirror broke his reverie. The car behind was just inches away, the driver shaking his head. Looking at the speedometer, Jon realised why. He had dropped to below fifty miles per hour, on a fast road. Checking the side mirror, he indicated and pulled over into the inside lane, allowing the man behind to swoop past, accelerating. Snapped out of that nostalgic dream state, something suddenly dawned on him.
How had the sender of the letter known he was living in York? On all his biographies and blurbs on the Inspector Johnson novels, it was mentioned that he lived in ‘The seaside town of Brighton, on England’s south coast’. Since moving north, he had not published anything, and as far as he could recall, very few people knew of his current location. Certainly not any readers of his old books.
The next service area came up in six miles, and he turned into it.
Sipping a tasteless coffee that he had no intention of finishing, he shifted around on the awful plastic chair. Smooth plastic and heavy velvet cord trousers were not a good combination, and the constant sliding was annoying him. Who knew he had moved to York? Well Claudia, certainly. He had sent her his address just in case he decided to reconnect with her in the future, as well as to receive his declining fan mail.
And there was young Lawrence of course. Splitting up with him had been the catalyst for the decision to leave Brighton. Lolly, the love of his life. Eyes meeting as he served Jon a glass of wine in a bar, like a scene from a corny old romantic pot-boiler.
Lolly only knew he was moving to the city, not his actual address. There seemed little point in giving that to him, after coming home unexpectedly and finding him in bed with a man old enough to be his grandfather. So much time invested. So much money shelled out. And all for nothing, in the end.
Reaching across the table for his phone, he pressed it to call Claudia.
“Daaarling, please tell me you have a new Inspector Johnson manuscript for me? Those old detective novels are enjoyed something of a renaissance, dear boy, and I am willing to forget our little bit of nastiness when you fired me”. Typical Claudia, he hadn’t even said hello before she launched into it. He asked her if she had told anyone about where e lived now. Not the usual people like his editor, or her publicist woman. Fans, strangers, someone who may have written in, or phoned the office.
“How could I possibly remember that, daaarling?” He heard her exhale cigarette smoke with such force, it reminded him of the steam trains he had seen as a small boy. “I mean, I can’t deny you do still get some fan mail, but that is always forwarded to you in a different envelope. I would never give a reader your address, daaarling. That said, you don’t get so much these days, do you dear boy? And I think it is very good of me to send it to you, considering”.
He thanked her, and hung up. It was time to get back on the road.
A disgruntled lover? A student who failed? An overzealous fan? Where or where is this going? Curious, C
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I’m glad to hear you are curious, Cheryl. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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This episode is also great for a reflection on the first two episodes. xx Michael
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Thanks, Michael. This is a diferent kind of serial, with far less ‘cliffhangers’.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Jon was pleased with Mercedes’ delightfully smooth ride. I now realize that Mercedes isn’t a lady.
(2) Overheard:
Wedding attendee #1: “I just love hearing 🎵Here comes the bride, big, fat and wide 🎵.”
Wedding attendee #2: “Not going to happen, dear!”
Chorus: “🎵Here comes the groom, skinny as a broom / And now comes the groomer…to verify the rumor 🎵.”
(3) SUS means “Suspicious and Suspect,” as any writer of crime novels would know. So I’m not surprised Jon went to SUS•SEX University.
(4) “Smooth plastic and heavy velvet cord trousers were not a good combination.” Not with tasteless coffee, anyway. (Next time, drink a six-pack of Brighton Bier.)
(5) Overheard:
Jon’s father: “So who’s your lover these days, son?”
Jon: “Lolly, pop.”
Jon’s father; “The old two-timer? You’re such a sucker!”
(6) Claudia: “Daaarling, we should stop quaaarreling!”
(7) Bad citation: “He heard her exhale cigarette smoke with such force that it set off the smoke alarm in his brain.”
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That wedding song could catch on! You should copyright the lyrics now, before someone steals them.
Best wishes, Pete. 🙂
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I agree with Pete! You should save your rights on this song. I am sure it will become a great one. xx Michael
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A long car ride is perfect for some background and reflection. Well done, Pete!
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Thanks, Jennie. We need some background to get a picture of Jon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes we do, and you did! Best to you, Pete.
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No thoughts yet just enjoying the ride to see where it goes 🙂 x
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Pleased to hear that, Carol.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Enjoying how you are taking us back through moments in his life as you also drive the narrative forward. Yes, I phrased it that way on purpose!
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Thanks, John. I like to include some background explaining how Jon got to that point in his life.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have no theories just as I enjoy when I read your writing. I love being surprised. I thought back to my years teaching college and how very ordinary it was that the professors and students had affairs. We thought nothing of it. I am amazed that it is now so taboo and only seen in a negative light as being based in a power differential. I rather thought that the power was more in the younger student!
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I agree that it would seem logical that the younger, possibly more attractive person has the power. Not only the power of sexual attraction, but also the power to destroy a career. Society does not see it that way though. I don’t mind that you have no theories, or if you did have. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Now a real mystery. Warmest regards, Theo
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As Churchil once said about the Soviet Union, ” It’s a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma”.
So, something like that I suppose. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have just read the first three chapters and it is off to a great start! Look forward to more.
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Thanks for reading it all so far, Darlene. Glad you are enjoying it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I have no theories as yet, still at the ‘let’s wait and see what happens next’ stage.
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Thanks, Mary. Theories are good, waiting to see is good. Whichever works for you. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Famous authors have fans and perhaps followers who have followed more closely than is healthy, a real detective envious of the fictional detective and laying a plot….
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Glad to see you are thinking about all that, Janet. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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The past coming to bite him I’m thinking.
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I think you could well be correct there, FR. I hadn’t thought of that!
Best wishes, Pete.
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You and me both, Fraggle! And do you believe Pete when he says he hasn’t thought of that!!
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Moi? 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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😳😄
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Absolutely!
(Not!) 🤣
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😄😄😂
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He better stop reminiscing and get with the program! At least he’s beginning to wonder.
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It’s only part three! 🙂 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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good thinking of possiblities of who knew he lived in new york
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It is York, a city in England, not the New York in America. It can be confusing. Here is a link for you.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ooh, Jon has a stalker methinks?
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Theories already, Stevie? Like to see that. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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