Summer on a Winter’s Day

Gold cherry

By Vincent Burgess

Sat, 08 Sep 2018
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They slammed their doors at the same time and walked out into the thin driving rain.  This rain had been falling over Brighton for what seemed like eternity.
“When do I get to get out of here?” they thought in unison looking up through furrowed brow as the rain stung their eyes.
James turned up his collar and looked back at the warmth of the house he had lived in all his life. Turning back into the spiky darting rain he made his decision. Anything had to be better than being in there with them.
Anika pulled her coat around her and stepped out into the wind tunnel created by her street evey time the wind blew off the churning English Channel. She leant into the wind and walked towards the beach brooding on what she hoped would be the last argument... maybe... even... the last conversation she ever had to have with her parents.
He was still furious at being told once again that he must do something with his life, that he must make a decision and stop wasting his time in that stupid bloody band. His dad just didn’t seem to understand how much that stupid bloody band meant to him and how much thought, time and effort went into trying to make it work. He dug his hand into his pocket and slid out his phone.
Anika slid her slender finger across her phone, her deep blue nail covered her contacts and she scrolled through them. She wondered what she could do? Kate was on holiday and she got the distinct impression that her other friends thought all this stuff with her mum’s new bloke was just histrionics or some such thing. She sniffed back a tear as she pondered her situation and realised both how alone she felt and how she had no idea in which direction to turn.
James stared at his phone, he just couldn’t be doing with any of the band today, all they wanted to do was dream of stardom and fantasise about what they were going to do when it happened. His dad was right about one thing, they were shit, but James believed that if he kept working, kept playing and kept writing he might one day be able to drag those guys along far enough for them all to make a living. Everyone had to start somewhere, Dave Grohl had said it,  everyone had to suck in their basement or garage and keep sucking until they didn’t suck any more. and Dave was right, and Dave was in Nirvana for fucks sake. The fact was that sucking in a band in his mate’s basement was the best feeling James had in his life and the only thing that made getting out of bed worthwhile. 
‘Why did I even bother getting up this morning?’ Anika scolded herself; she knew that there was no other way that this day could have ended up. The guy was a creep, who was he to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. She was old enough to make her own decisions and old enough to decide if she should go to London clubbing with her friends. What a control freak! He had his mother in his clutches so much that she had lost the wild and mouthy exuberance that Anika so admired , she had become withdrawn, mousey and subservient. How the fuck was she supposed to respect that? Anika often wondered who she hated more, him for taking her mother away or her mum for letting it happen.
“Fucking parents!” flashed up on both their facebook feeds at the same time.
James reached the end of his street and had to decide which way to go, left into town to look round the music shops in the North Laines dreaming of guitars he couldn't buy, or right down to the beach to watch the horizon and dream of the places he couldn't go. The weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worse so he took a left towards the comparative  shelter of town.
Anika reached the seafront and looked out at the clouds rolling in from the dirty choppy mess that was the English Channel in winter. ‘Into town’ she thought as she began to walk along the seafront pressing herself as close as she could to the cafes that sat motionless, catatonic and dark waiting for the sunshine of spring to bring them and the  rest of the city back to life. Ducking up a side street she decided the ancient old alley ways that cut through this part of town would offer her the most protection and lead her to her favourite part of town.
James checked his phone again and flicked onto Facebook to see if anyone had commented on his status, to see if anyone was going to save him from his fate, save him from the constant monotonous rain and the sheer drudgery of winter in a summer town.
The only like on his post was from Norman Fletcher. Norman was a guy he had known at school but really had very little to do with. This was not going to be an almighty change in his life but then in his experience Facebook was rarely the force for good that he always dreamed it could be. He put his head down and walked on through the rain, the icy needles of the fine rain bombarding his head and spiking his cold sensitive ears. He cursed himself for not grabbing a hat when he had walked out. His soul began to drag as he found himself on the main Brighton shopping strip of Western Road. This mile or so of road was home to a range of middle of the road, lowest common denominator chain shops. The same chain shops that could be found in every high street up and down the country. Western road led to the seventies nightmare of Churchill Square. A shopping centre so dire that no matter what they did to it and how they modernised it, it would never be able to throw off its concrete soul or rid itself of its lurid neon heart. This place had been a constant in his life and represented everything that was wrong with the world and everything he and his band wanted to smash.
Anika slid into the alley way and leaning against the south wall found enough shelter to check her phone and Facebook. She smiled at the two notifications and dreamed for a moment that they would lead to something better. Something more than the endless rain and endless boredom of her life. The notifications were both from Kate.  One for her ‘like’ and one for a comment. She found it odd that people liked miserable or horrific comments posted on Facebook. Somehow ‘like’ just didn’t seem to be an appropriate reaction to bad news. Perhaps this is the changing face of language that Mr Vine at school was always banging on about. He seemed to find what the youth were up to  fascinating and was always talking about how technology was changing the world. She guessed that he was right but always thought that if it wasn't technology it was something else. The world changed if we like it or not, it really doesn't care about us. He was so enthusiastic about it that it always seemed a shame to bring him down by telling him just how shit things really were. The constant bombardment of her life by insipid crap like Britain’s got talent or the endless reality game shows that manufactured drama out of nothing. The music, controlled by lobotomised record companies recycling the same made to measure, lowest common denominator crap time after time. She longed for the golden era of her indie heroes from Joy Division, through The Smiths and The Stone Roses, The Artic Monkeys and The Courteeners. These were real people making real music.
 Anika's fingers danced over her phone and opened her post. She read Kate’s comment “Not again!!…sorry hun…..love ya”. She appreciated the thought but that wasn’t really going to help her at this time.
James grumbled as he traversed the monstrosity of Churchill Square head bowed against the world except for a fleeting glance taking in the street and traffic lights shining bright against the gloom. Light reflected and refracted by the icy water pelting him and his world. He felt he was in that impressionist painting of Paris, the painting swirling through his mind as he searched for the artists name. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he struggled to slide his hand into the wet jean pocket. As he pulled it out he found a Facebook notification and slid his stiff frozen thumbs over the screen to reveal it. ‘Not again…..sorry hun……love ya.’ ‘That’s lovely Kate’ he thought but that isn’t really going to help me now. He tucked his phone back in his pocket and peered out into the rain considering how the road shone with a desolate and deserted beauty as the rain drops bounced high.
 ‘The rain falls hard on a humdrum town’ he sung as he continued down North Street. His phone buzzed again.
Anika sheltered from the rain under a jewellers awning and flicked her Facebook feed to try and find something to restore her faith in humanity. Amongst the selfies and selfish musings of social media gurus she noticed Kate’s comment once again. This time though it was a little different, She stopped the feed with her thumb and scrolled back up to find the same ‘fucking parents’ quote that she had posted. ‘1 hour ago’ it read underneath, she was bewildered as she looked at the name above the post; ‘James Manifold.’
She remembered that Kate had mentioned him before; he was in some band or other. She considered a while and then slid her thumb over the keyboard to comment on his post.
‘You too huh? Can’t stand being in that house any longer.’
She smiled and slid her phone back into her pocket.
 James’ phone buzzed and beeped and he once again retrieved it from his pocket to check the message.  
You too huh? Can’t stand being in that house any longer.’
He looked down at his rain covered screen and squinted to see who had left him this comment.
‘Anika Stones (friends with Kate Blacksley)’ it read. He remembered vaguely that Kate had mentioned a friend with a weird foreign name. Hesitantly he replied and hovered his thumb over the send button., unsure of what was happening here he made his way down North Street and hit send.
‘They just never let up, so sick of ‘living under their roof.’
Anika made her way down the narrow laneway towards North Street. Her phone buzzed again and she quickly dragged it out of her pocket. Another notification: this time from James Manifold. She read his comment and smiled to herself, happy that someone else was sharing her shitty day. This was a boy who clearly understood her. As she was lost in the possibilities of her Facebook conversation she bumped into an old lady. The lady tutted and Anika quietly mewed her apologies distracted by considering what she could write next.
‘Mine just won’t let me doing anything! They don’t trust the decisions I make’
James fished his phone out again and smiled as he read Anika’s new comment.
He allowed himself a little laugh to himself as he sent back the comment hoping to hit the mark with a slightly flirtatious comment and hoping she would reciprocate.
‘Parents eh? They just can’t let go. You can’t choose your family…….but friends???
 He began to wonder who this girl was, where did she live? He looked with confusion at her profile picture. What was that? A bear? A monkey? He clicked on it and as it enlarged it he recognised it from somewhere but as much as he tried he couldn’t remember where. She lived in Brighton and went to Brighton and Hove High school. Before he could explore her profile any further he walked right into someone. He turned and muttered his apologies in the vague direction of the wet and matted blonde ringlets belonging to a girl who hardly even looked up from her phone.
‘Some people!’ they both thought at once.
 ‘What about friends of friends? I think Kate should have introduced us, with our similar parent problems ;)’
She typed hoping the winky face wasn’t too much. She smiled to herself as the knot in her stomach began to loosen. She brushed her sodden ringlets away from her face and lifted her head to face the world as an equal. Realising that the rain had eased and that her face was not stinging as much as it was. Looking up she saw the clouds had changed from the darkest black to a light grey, some of them even white. Then she saw a guy in the distance, the guy that just bumped into her while he was on his phone? 'How rude' she thought as she headed along the street some distance behind him. He was back on his phone again and she watched as he swiped the screen and gently jiggled his shoulders with silent happiness. She checked her purse and found she had enough for a hot chocolate. It would be nice to get into the warm and dry off a bit. Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Her phone vibrated again.
‘She certainly should have, I will be speaking to her about that’
James could not supress a little smile as he pressed send and slid his phone back into his pocket. He really would have to speak to Kate when she got back and ask her to set up a meet with this girl he was currently sharing a cyber-moment with. Maybe this wasn’t just a cyber-moment, maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all, maybe life wasn’t so bad after all. He slid back his wet hoodie and enjoyed feeling of the soothing cool dry air on his cheeks. He could really use a coffee and stopped to check his wallet. As he leant against the wall he looked back along the street and saw the girl he bumped into on the corner. She was about his age and as soaking wet as he was. She slowly moved closer and he couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of his eye. He noticed how beautiful she was even with her blonde curly hair matted and stuck to her cheek. She was smiling at her phone, her warmth lighting up the grey wet air around her. As she drew nearer he could see her ice blue eyes sparkling with the water on the road surface as sun forced its way through a crack in the cloud.
‘What has he stopped for?’ she wondered as she finished off her comment. Maybe he is going to get me again and finish me off this time. She looked up at him catching his eye and making him look down at his wallet nervously. ‘Was he looking at me?’ she wondered. She scowled a little at him and then felt disappointed in herself for thinking that actually he was quite cute. She hit send on her phone.
She heard his phone vibrate and watched in silence and motionless shock trying not to let surprise register on her face. This was weird. She watched his hand slide into his pocket and retrieve his phone and involuntarily look up catching her eye. Suddenly all she could see was his warm, soft brown eyes, the rest of the world was a blur. The rain soaked streets suddenly seemed to drift out of focus like a painting of Monet’s garden twisting and spinning as she walked past lost in this perfect stranger.
His phone vibrated, he smiled involuntarily as he slid his hand into his pocket. He drifted into confusion and indecision as he caught those beautiful blue eyes rising up to his to take his breath away. Suddenly there was nothing in the world except him and them. No rain, no streets, no parents, just him, this beautiful stranger and the infinite possibilities that lay in front of them. He watched her walk by him, confusion swirling round him, surrounding him, his legs felt weak as he fell gently back against the wall. Instinct took over.
‘Anika?’ he weakly called after her. She could not hear him over the wind and cars that rattled through the old street.
He caught himself and smiled at his ridiculous notion. That wouldn’t be her, couldn’t be her. That would be weird, too weird. This kind of stuff just doesn’t happen in real life. He went back to checking his wallet, enough cash for a coffee. He could dry off a little and get his head back together ready for the rest of the day.
Anika continued walking and laughing at the crazy coincidence she had just been part of. She tried to convince herself that nothing had happened but she could not deny the feelings running though her body and soul. ‘That couldn’t be him!’ She tried in vain to tell herself. ‘It would just be too weird.’ She looked back and saw him still checking his wallet. She looked back at her phone and her heart sank a little as there was no notification. ‘Was their conversation over?’ She checked the post again and pushed open the door of the café.
Suddenly her phone beeped again.
"this is going to sound weird if the answer is no but is that you?" his soft voice considered his words carefully.
She smiled and turned around.....
Certificate PG
Story
Stories for Goldfish
Romance

Comments

Submitted by Vincent Burgess on

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Welcome to ABCTales vinetales. I realy liked this short - believable, nicely set up, and a great ending! I hope you post more soon.

There are a few typos that need seeing to:

Someone like from Norman Fletcher,

She longed for the golden era of her indie hero’s

and also you could edit down some of the boy's thoughts on the various places

 

Submitted by Vincent Burgess on

Thanks for the feedback, I will have another look at it :)

 

Submitted by Mark Say on

I like the way you turned a situation that seemed quite dreary and negative into an uplifting little turn for the better. I think it's the type of hope that is more relevant to most people's lives.

You could do with a read through for typos and punctuation in places, and think whether you need so many adjectives in the earlier parts of the story. But overall a good piece.

 

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Submitted by celticman on

yeh, parents, they fuck you up. Phones they fuck you up, even more. But you've brought them beautifully together. 

 

Submitted by tcook on

I lived in Brighton for 22 years and raised my 3 kids there. I’m sure they will associate very closely with this one. Great stuff.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A most enjoyable piece.

Submitted by Kurt Rellians on

I also enjoyed this piece. Well put together, and I like the ideas you used. Texting and social media comes together with reality!