Short Stories to Entertain

  He was on top of the world. Felt he was flying. The air whistled through his hair. Swept out behind him. Long brown and slightly wavy. Black leather jacket flapping, slapping against his chest the zip partially undone. Blue tinted goggles prevented his eyes from watering. The girl behind clinging, tight arms around his waist. Her blonde hair skipped around partially protected. Her head turned to one side, the left side, and moulded into his back. He was exhilarated. She was petrified. The second hand 1968 N orton Commando 750cc sped along the dual carriageway close to its top speed of around 110mph. Anyway going at least a ton. The road was quiet but there were cars that needed avoiding. A bit of weaving here and there. No crash helmets. Not illegal in those days. The deep throaty roar of the twin four stroke added to the sheer excitement he felt. 

If most people thought it was quite a nice day he thought it a rubbish day. “Looks likely to rain.” Was a probable response. Most people thought a nice relaxing holiday was worth every penny but he thought it a waste. “Better things for money .” Normally said. Most people thought being happy and cheerful was a nice way to be but he thought it stupid. “What is there to be cheerful about?” Was the unhappy response. As you can tell, Totally Strange was quite a miserable person. Always seemed to think the worst of everything. The opposite of the natural consensus. There was no reason. It was just his way.  

Nobody knows the man’s name. He just appears from time to time. Anywhere. It could be anywhere. Anywhere he is needed. He is a tall man. Very thin with extremely long unkempt blond hair. His clothes are very casual. Slacks, shirt and a very long coat reaching down to below his knees. Everything is colourful. Could be any colour at any time. Always happy. In fact, he is always very happy . Laughs and smiles enormously. His world is so bright. So colourful. If you imagine you can collect a bucket full of all th e brightest colours and throw them into the air, you would quickly appreciate the view of the world through his eyes. He has happiness in abundance. Has the whole essence of the world flowing through his body filling him with a vibrancy that just simply exudes pleasure. There is no need to describe his face. Simply picture a face showing pure joy and there you have it.    He greets people with a rousing flourish, slapping them on the back and leaving them with a fee...

“Hello Matey, how's it all going?”   “Beezer, absolutely bloody beezer Joe. Got myself a girlfriend. Lucy. Really nice.”   “Lucy , eh. Do I know her?”   “ Naw , I wouldn't think so. Lives down by the church over in Lower Lane.”   “ Don’t know anyone down there. Nice spot though.”   “Yeah, really up market. She’s quite posh. Dad's well to do but not sure what he does. Got a big Jag.”   “Hey Dave want a beer? You as well Joe?”   “ Yeah, why not. Thanks Chris. Didn’t see Chris here. Got a loud voice, hasn't he. So busy today. Lucky he was at the bar.”   “Been here a while. Had a few as well. Think he’s had a windfall or something.”   “Here you go lads. Two of the best. Here’s to happy days.”   “ What’s up then Chris. Why all the cheer?”   “Got some real readies . Proper folding money. A right good result. Wouldn’t believe it would you. Old Chrissy boy finally having it away.”   “What you've nicked it?”   “ Naw ...

“Hello, is that May? This is Dave. No, David Thomas we met at Michael’s the other day. Yes, that's the launch meeting. I said I’d call you. Don’t you remember. Lunch. Yes, that’s right, lunch. I said I’d call to arrange lunch. So how about it? Do you fancy it? Ok, so what about tomorrow at twelve thirty at Gino’s. Good, I'll see you there.”

There was no way he was going to let it happen. And that was that. The time was neither right nor reasonable. To expect stuff to just, well just, occur. That was bang out of order. The absolute cheek of it. Even to suggest it is a disgrace. An affront. It made him so cross. He stomped up and down the hallway in the most frightful temper imaginable. Footsteps ringing on the solid stone floors. Ancient floors, laid down centuries ago by one of his many ancestors.

From where he sat in the front row of the left-hand section of the stalls he had trouble watching the actress going through her lines in the first act without seeing up her short skirt and he did not like it. It made him very uncomfortable . He felt she knew he could see. He felt she manoeuvred herself into a position where he had no option but to see. She was standing closer to the edge of the stage than perhaps she was supposed to. He sensed a slight smile almost looking at him even though she was speaking in a tragedy. She was, in short, teasing h im. Of that, he was sure. She was quite young. No more than thirty. Difficult to get a good description. She was blonde. That much was obvious and she was plastered in makeup. She never really looked his way just towards the stage so he could not clearly see her face. However, the overall impression he got was a girl who was most likely agreeable looking with a cute trim figure. That was about it. At the interval he left. He ...