This is the second part of a fiction serial, in 783 words.
Keith was undoubtedly the brainiest of the group. He found school-work easy, and once we were in Secondary School it was obvious he would outclass the rest of us. He helped us with our home-work, and though he tried to show us how to work things out for ourselves, we ususally ended up copying his answers without really understanding them. His parents were a bit older than mine, and his older sister Susan still lived at home. Susan was the main reason I used to like hanging around at his house. Seventeen years old and great to look at, the fact that she thought of us as kids was a real bonus.
That meant we got to be around her when she was completely relaxed. Sprawled on the sofa watching telly, completely unaware that I was looking up her skirt, or sitting close to smell her perfume. Susan was choosy too. Despite being asked out by almost every older boy who lived nearby, she never wanted to have a boyfriend. Keith said she was waiting for the right man. Someone to take her away to the suburbs, and get her out of her boring job in the typing pool at the local jam factory.
I remember the day Keith said he was going to go to university. We laughed at first, then realised he was serious. Kids from our area never went to university. You took the basic exams, and then got out of school to get a job. It was expected of you, and you were prepared for that at a young age.
Johnny was going to work with his dad on the street markets. Georgie Simpson had three stalls selling leather goods, and Johnny had been helping out on them during the holidays and at weekends since he was old enough to count money. My future was similarly cast in stone. Mum was obsessed with me having a ‘clean job’, working in an office. She had asked around some family friends, and one had promised to give me a start where he worked, in a big insurance company. I could get a bus there easily, and as long as I passed in Maths and English, it was guaranteed.
As for Terry, his dad was a plumber. So Terry would help him once he left school, and study for his trade qualification at night school. Terry’s dad was likeable, but always said the same things. Things like, “People always need toilets, son. Learn to fix them and you will always be in work”. Because Terry had a much younger brother, his mum Alice didn’t work. She stayed at home to look after little Tony, and seemed to love being a housewife.
A natural choice for a market trader, Johnny was full of chat, had the gift of the gab, and acted much older than he was. The customers on the stalls loved his cheeky banter, and he could sell a handbag by telling some dowdy lady that it made her look beautiful just holding it. Though he had an older brother, nobody ever talked much about Graham. Johnny said that Graham didn’t get on with his dad.
He had wanted to be a painter, a real one, like portraits and landscapes. So had left to go to Art School when we were much younger, and now lived in Brighton, on the coast. According to Johnny, he shared a flat there with another bloke who had been his best friend at college.
We didn’t know what that meant back then, but I found out later.
Not talking about an older brother was something I was also used to. My older brother was only a vague memory. Someone I shared a room with when I was too young to really work out who he was. A tall young man lifting me up until my head touched the lampshade. My last memory of him was when he came home on leave wearing his army uniform. He was being posted to Germany, I found out later. Not that there was a war then of course, just a barracks at a place called Paderborn.
My mum cried for two days after the men came to tell her that Kevin had been killed in an accident. His army lorry had turned over in icy weather. I had to go to the funeral when they brought him home. Mum bought me a suit for the occasion, and everyone was crying. Later on, they put a big framed photo of him over the mantlepiece, smiling in his uniform and beret. After that, we never talked about him at all.
But I was always aware that I lived in his shadow.
I also love the introduction to the different characters, Pete! So it can create a wonderful image for the happenings. xx Michael
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Thanks, Michael. Happy to hear that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I love it when I’m getting to know new characters, finding out about their quirks, and interests. So he’s living in a shadow? Interesting…hugs, C
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The shadow of his dead brother, killed in an accident whilst in the army.
Glad you like the characters, Cheryl.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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How sad to have to try and live up to someone else’s life or expectations.
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I only had to live up to my father’s expectations, and that was bad enough, Pete.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Keith Rainsford was the brainiest of the musketeers. He would later become an international spy for MI6. Among women, he became known as “the Keith of death.”
(2) Shouldn’t sUSAn live in the States?
(3) Johnny Simpson was a manly lad, popular with the girls. But his father, Georgie “Porgie” Simpson, was effeminate and shy. Instead of steak and potatoes, Porgie ate nothing but pudding and pie. When he kissed young girls, he made them cry. But when dominatrices tried to pay for his leather goods with a kiss, Georgie “Porgie” Simpson picked up his heels and ran away.
(4) Danny Wellman was hired by a large insurance company. “You’re a bit wet behind the ears, son, but we think you’ll do fine selling umbrella insurance.”
(5) Terry Wright became interested in female plumbing, and eventually became a gynecologist. So did his younger brother. Together, the Wright brothers worked hard to get their women’s care clinic off the ground.
(6) Overheard:
Kevin Wellman: “Is there a lot of turnover in the army?”
Army recruiter: “That depends. Do you plan to drive a lorry?”
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You are on fire with this one. The Wright Brothers, MI6, and even the Georgie Porgie nursery rhyme. Well done!
Best wishes, Pete.
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Excellent character development, Pete!
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That’s very kind. Thanks, Jennie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are welcome, Pete. Best to you.
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All nicely set up and then the fun begins as the story unravels…A good start, Pete ..Shared to Twitter xx
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Thanks very much, Carol.
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Fab setting up episode Pete, interesting characters all.
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Thank you. I appreciate that.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I just put my comments on yesterday’s episode. I had to go back and make sure I had the characters straight!
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Okay, I will check there.
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If you know how you will fit in when you are an adult, you may never actually grow up, Warmest regards, Ed
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My life took a completely different path from the one it was supposed to. I used to wonder how different it might have been, until I got too old for wondering.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I enjoyed this chapter.
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Glad to hear that. Thanks, Molly.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I love that they each seem to have their lives set out before them, but I have a feeling things will not go as planned for all of them
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Yes, life rarely turns out how you plan it, Beth. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Yes, where I grew up it was only those who wanted to be teachers, lawyers or doctors who went to university.
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It was very rare during my time at school. I only knew five other pupils who went to university straight from school, and three others who did a degree later.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I only knew one extremely clever girl who went to Oxford university to study medicine. The rest of us got jobs.
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Ah, this is shaping up nicely, Pete
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Indeed, it is. I’m hooked already!
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Vert good!
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Thanks very much, Liz.
Best wishes, Pete.
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You’re welcome, Pete.
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