This is the first part of a fiction serial, in 740 words.
We had all read the novel at school. The Three Musketeers, by Alexandre Dumas. But there were four of us, so we called ourselves the four musketeers. Childhood friendships don’t necessarily last a lifetime, but in our case they lasted until we became adults. Living in the same district, going to the same junior school. Always in each other’s houses, swapping toys and books, lending each other comics.
Despite the different living conditions, we formed a bond that endured.
If one of us had money for sweets, we all got sweets to eat. Our parents tolerated having all of us around in some kind of informal rota. We shared bottles of lemonade, went to see the kid’s films together, and played out in the local park, or rode around the streets on our bikes. Our four sets of initials were carved in the bark of the biggest tree at the park, and older boys left us alone, knowing we would defend each other, win or lose.
Each of our mums was like another mum to the rest. Cleaning up scraped knees and small cuts, giving us dinner if we were in the house at dinnertime. It was like each of them had another three unofficial sons.
So, who were we?
Me of course, Danny Wellman. Average height and build, sandy hair, and blue eyes. Not good looking like an actor or a film star, but attractive enough to some.
Keith Rainsford. A bit serious, lanky, skinny, and had to wear glasses from childhood.
Terry Wright. Always slightly overweight, a mop of brown hair, and the comedian of the group.
Then there was Johnny Simpson. He was the coolest one. Always wore the right clothes, even when he was 10. His dark hair was thick and cropped, and he had an easy confidence well beyond his years. Despite his very English name, he looked like an Italian, and was the popular one.
Unlike most groups of boys at the time, we didn’t have a natural leader. None of us were into fighting, and we couldn’t be bothered about being good at sport. There were occasional arguments of course, but we always worked things out. Keith and Terry spent the most time together outside of school. Keith thought Terry was hilarious, and even laughed at his worst jokes. And they lived on the same street, four doors apart.
When the four us us were not together, rare ocasions during the school holidays, I was usually at Johnny’s house. Truth be told, I liked to be around him, and hoped that some of his confidence and wide appeal would rub off on me. I watched him, and I learned from him. I might even have had a bit of a crush on him, if I am being honest. Keith and Terry were lost causes by the time we hit our teens, but we never let them down. They were always welcome in our company, even though they didn’t seem to understand that we had to grow up.
Looking back now, it was girls that changed everything. That is no surprise of course, but it was at the time. By the time we were fourteen, Johnny already had a girlfriend. Janice was sixteen, and seemed so much older. She had already left school, and Johnny took advantage of being told that she fancied him. So he had snogged a girl and felt her up, while the rest of us were still looking at some girlie mags we had bought under the counter from the man in the corner shop.
Was I jealous? You bet I was. The others didn’t seem to care. They were both afraid of girls anyway, and Terry put them off with a combination of his chubbiness, and his constant bad jokes. As for Keith, he looked like he would drop dead with fright if a girl even spoke to him. I asked Johnny if Janice had a friend who I could go out with. He was brutally honest, grinning at me as he replied.
“You will have to get better clothes, look older, and have more about you, Danny. All of her friends are sixteen or older, and they don’t want to be seen out with someone who looks like a schoolkid”.
That’s when I started to hate him.
But I didn’t let on. Not then. I would bide my time.
A great start, Pete! The first advice we got: Women are always harmful to men. Lol Best wishes, Michael
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I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, Michael.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I am sure it will be very entertaining again, Pete! Thanks! xx Michael
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I finally have a minute to start this series and it’s off to a good start. I’m feeling it might be more of a sinister tale, just in time for Christmas! Well done Pete, hugs, C
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Thanks, Cheryl. Just so you know, it is not ‘seasonally sinister’. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Ho, Ho, Ho!
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Another Pete serial- hooray! This looks to be terrific.
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Thanks, Jennie. I hope you like it.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Indeed I do. I’m ready to read Part 2.
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Ah, those teenage years of angst. I think I was quite lucky on the whole.
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I had a bit too much angst at the time.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Parents don’t realise the damage that is done when they favour one child over another. Often they aren’t even aware that they do it. I like how you are developing Danny’s character.
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Thanks very much, Carolyn. I am very happy that you can feel that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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oh, that age of being ‘in-between’ and all of the struggles with being at this age
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I remember it so well, Beth. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh, boy. At 14, having an older girl interested in you had to be the best as long as you didn’t flaunt it over your buddies.
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I’m sure Johnny was flaunting it, Pete. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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There were indeed four musketeers. However, D’Artagnan didn’t join Porthos, Aramis, and Athos until fairly late in the first book. Back in 1990-91, I read “Les Trois Mousquetaires” and “Vingt ans après,” both of which were printed in the Bibliothèque de la Pléiade edition under one cover. But it wasn’t until 1994 or 1995 that I was able to find an old five-volume edition of “Le Vicomte de Bragelonne:” at the Marché aux Puces de Clignancourt (“the largest concentration of antique dealers in the world”). I assume these books were printed in the late 19th or early 20th Century. I haven’t read “Le Vicomte de Bragelonne” yet, as I want to start all over again with “Les Trois Mousquetaires.” That, of course, is quite an undertaking.
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The Dumas book was popular when I was young, and there was also an exciting BBC TV serial based on it shown here when I was in my teens. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Three_Musketeers_(1966_TV_series)#:~:text=The%20Three%20Musketeers%20is%20a,released%20on%20DVD%20in%202006.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You captured that certain age, 13 to 14, and the dynamics of the boy-girl relationship perfectly.
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Thanks for your kind words, Pam. I can still remember that awkward age.
Best wishes, Pete.
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What a treat to see a new Pete serial come across my email today! I wonder if there will be murder most foul in this one . . . . Time will tell, I’m sure.
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Thanks, Liz. A slow build up to this one. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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I shall do my best to be patient. 😉
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A great start. Look forward to more.
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Thanks very much for that, Darlene.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good to be onboard for a new story, a good start, that’s for sure 🙂
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Cheers mate. Always a pleasure to see you. Hope all is well with Gosia and the girls.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I suspect FR knows the author’s penchant well. Warmest regards, Ed
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I’m sure you all do, Ed. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Oh no! I can’t imagine where this will go.
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Rest assured it will go somewhere, Carolyn.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Good start, Pete. Another of your last sentence twists. I’, hooked.
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Thanks very much, Don.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah, teenage angst, turning into something ugly I suspect.
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Give it time, and see if your suspicions are correct. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Your customary twist right at the end, Pete a good start 🙂 x
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Thanks, Carol. Glad you liked the start.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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How many boys’ friendships have girls broken up, and vice versa? I had a group of girlfriends like a female version of your four musketeers. Two ended up not speaking because of boys, lol.
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Yes, that was very much a part of growing up for all of us, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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