Threadbare Jo


“Threadbare” Jo, who, to misquote the Bard, had a “Shirt for All Seasons,” and I don’t mean he had a shirt for every breeze and vista. No I mean he literally had one shirt, and he wore it regardless of the  seasons, also lived in an emotionally impoverished state. You will not be surprised to learn that men did not walk up to him in the street and say, “I wish I was you” or girls murmur “Oh to lie in your stinking and unwashed arms and watch the sun setting in some unblemished refuse tip.”

Things could have been worse, and how often is that true:  his morale was protected by his poor understanding of his situation, but even he knew he lived in an affection free zone. Thus it was that our Jo, more formally known as  Joseph Leek, walked into “The Shop of Love” to see, emotionally at least, if he could re-equip his circumstances and experience a moment of living in the promised land.

This was no sleazy joint where women leaving the gentle slopes of youth might squeeze one last ingénue pose out for the camera, or men with more desire than aura were old enough to cause unsettled comment when they entered a nightclub. No, this was a shop offering the ultimate in  emotional experience, if only for a while or possibly just a moment , captured in a corked bottle which could be opened and enjoyed within the privacy of your own home or space. Every hue and shade of feeling, from joy through to despair, ( a surprisingly good seller),  was on offer.

Samual Sackly, who liked to weep while other smiled,  and could be found walking inconsolably through the gardens of historic homes  crying, as he held a tender flower in his hand saying,  “They will die. You will die. All  of them will die” which was true, but not for several months given that it was early Spring, used to purchase a deliciously soul-bleaching bottle of melacholia to heighten the experience before he set off on his adventure.

The better informed among you might remember the signature tune he penned, the royalties from which still fund his undirected life-style.

“Just One More Kiss

Just One More Cigareeeetteee

Just One more CAsuAAl    SiiiIIIGH

May be the last one you’ll ever GeeEEET”

 

Just one more DesperAAAte   GLAAAAnce

Before we saaay our last GoodByeeeeee”

Just One more Kisssssss,

To TreAAsuuUUre Tilll the Day YOUUUU    DiiiEEEEE”

( I won’t hound your imaginations by repeating more lines )

Anyway, Joseph Leek just wanted “Love.” The nice old fashioned sort which we enjoyed before sensibility barged into the frame and made strong men weep just by looking at a cloud-tipped view while music soaked them with a sense of loss. “I’m after Love” said “Threadbare” and the attendant nodded sympathetically. He saw every kind of ill-fitting decision, or no decisi0ns at all, walk through the door. Here, as I said, they did not offer the physical experience of being loved, but just the essence of it, in every shade and strength of expression, so you could return home, make an egg sandwich and, quite literally, take the cork out of the bottle.

Now at last, as the yolk spilled down his cheek in the splendid isolation afforded by worn-out curtains and the lack of a phone, his emotion of choice flooded the room, bathing him in sweet recognition until, sated by the brief sense of acceptance and celebration, he  slumped down on his bed and recalled those days when people cared and loved without recourse to manuals or instructions. That lost era  before  works like,  “How To Live The Natural Way,”  were to be found in the homes of aesthetes everywhere.

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Trying to remember what my future is
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17 Responses to Threadbare Jo

  1. I would like an address, please. I have a thought or two in mind.

  2. Marvellous writing – you have an excellent and often under-stated turn of phrase, Peter. This is a fabulous idea which may well, in some distant future, come to be.
    As ever, a great read. Thank you!

  3. What a great idea! And a fabulous piece of writing too. Just love how your mind works 😊

  4. eric keys says:

    Love the closing line! You’re closing lines are wonderful.

  5. ksbeth says:

    i really enjoy your highly creative and out of the box style of thinking and writing. it is very original and refreshing and there is a natural poet within you. well worth the earlier boondoggle – beth

  6. Now there’s a character in need of a starring role in a novel. Yikes!

  7. Scarlet says:

    Ha Ha!!! I think you have come under the influence of my peculiar bottles!
    I do have a bottle of love somewhere. To be honest I would recommend extreme caution before opening any of them… you never know what you will discover inside.
    Sx

  8. WoW! This is pretty amazing stuff! I’m intrigued by the idea that some people want to purchase ‘negative’ emotions, as well. Thank you for this thoughtful, deep and brain-stirring read — If it were a novel, I might just be hooked…

  9. Ina says:

    :) Love also available in X-size I hope! I like the word Threadbare!

  10. That would be a shop worth visiting for sure! I also enjoyed the way you weaved in the desire for melancholy by Samuel – that was incredibly insightful.

  11. Peter,
    your writing is overflowing with every emotion. Nobody could possibly read your words without feeling, longing, & desiring more out of life…

    xxx

  12. gotham girl says:

    Like others…I always look forward to your closings! Great!!

  13. stonka says:

    Good luck to Joe :)

  14. Ah, your imagination, characters and humour never fail to delight!

  15. Shonnie says:

    ❤️❤️❤️

  16. r e douville says:

    Such a life. I’d need therapy absent the gift of a daily shower. Best wishes to Jo.

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