‘Mackers’ or Mackintosh for the pedantic was one of those fellows who “Packed it in”: four marriages, three of them producing a single child which Mackers called “Spreading the load”, more jobs and ‘vocations’ than you could cram into a career guidance manual and a couple of bankruptcies. “Other than that,” as he used to say, “It’s been pretty quiet”
All that being said, for the last fifteen of his seventy five years on this earth he had been married to Janice, and would often be seen walking with her down to the shops or quaffing ” a glass of something nice” at some welcoming hostelry. Like a volcano once famed for the fury and unpredictability of its eruptions, people now looked at him and the increasingly benign landscape of his life and thought, “We might make plans” or even more unnerving, “Is Mackers becoming predictable in his old age”
Mackers was the master of the ambiguous phrase, touched by humour and a whiff of profundity pitched at greeting card level. “Today’s sorrow is at the heart of tomorrows celebration,” “There’s always an encore” and other gentle asides let you know that Mackers was “In the game,” although on what side remained in doubt,till now that is.
Floss, some late retiree, who’d run a gallery in the city and recently moved to this gentle sea side resort joined our chum one day, while he was out enjoying his routine morning coffee. Always the conversationalist, she had asked him, “What brings you here?” and he had replied, “We are still finding out” which had amused her. A powerful flirt of disruptive determination she flashed him ‘ the eye’ and Macker’s long dormant taste for the reckless rose to accept the bait.
“Have you ever had an affair” she asked him some days later, noting the wedding ring, and he replied, “Only in secret” and she had smiled again. So it was that, within days, morning coffee stretched into a sea-side walk which did not involve much walking.
Janice, whose quiet acceptance of life’s vaguaries made her a popular member of any clique where secrets and embarrassment were likely, or that is any grouping involving a significant number of the over fifties, soon picked up a new vigour in his stride
There was an honesty about Mackers dishonesty. A predictablility around his recklessness, and Janice had seen every shade of his colourful character in all it’s glory and shame. Long before they were wed, they had been childhood chums then friends and only the death of her beloved husband had freed her up to make something of the man who had injected drama into her life and been strangely faithful in an unpredictable way. To his small band of honorary ‘brothers’ and ‘sisters’, not all of them now living, he had always been curiously loyal, and it was on this basis, and because he was crying and bruised from some fresh disaster at the time, that she had wed him and kept him safely from himself.
“Quiet is not a word you understand” said Janice when she confronted him: her look was not forgiving. Life, it seemed had granted ‘Mackers’ everything but common sense. “It was never a wife you wanted, more a mother” and Mackers smiled. You can never argue with the truth, something he reflected on as he prepared to pack once more.
That left me wanting to read more…..His next adventure.
Very well written.
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There is a plan to write quite a bit about in in my next book. I just wanted to see if his appearance in print would be socially acceptable !
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Good 🙂
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Oh, the silliness of men.. I loved this. Reminded me of a few “gentlemen” I know.
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I don’t personally know anyone like this, but we’ve all read about men like this and their astonishing escapades haven’t we ?
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My GOD I love your writing…what a talent you are, my friend. Fantastic as always!
Rock on…
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I have as book coming out about 26th March he murmured shamelessly. The button on the right connects to the FB page where news of it can be found. I hope you get a chance to look at that as well. Your comment was very cheering, as ever
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Enjoyed the read. This is the beginning of a wonderful new time in his life, I hope with Floss 🙂
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I think he’s had quite a few “wonderful times” but at something of a cost
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I heard rumours around that a book shall be forthcoming. I believe the title was something to the tune of Living Life Backwards. Best of luck to you Mr. Wells. Next? The Movie! Oprah! The Academy Awards!
Julie
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I have it on reliable authority that printed and other versions should be available about 26th March. Keep your fingers crossed. Getting a book noticed is not the easiest task I’ve undertaken
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“There was an honesty about Mackers dishonesty.” That is priceless. I feel like I have known guys like this and that line captures them so well.
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You capture this man well, yet how sad to trash a marriage for another cheap fling. I’ve known so many men – and some women – like this. Of course, it’s a man like this who is interesting to write about, not the loyal husband who honors his vows. This one makes a story.
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He certainly is a ‘train wreck’ on many levels
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—Your characters have much depth, strangeness, & authenticity….
which means, they are based on real people in your life, right Peter? Xxxx
Mr. Liverpool is now in West Ham doing clinics and stuff. He said his sister made his a lovely lamb dinner. I’m so jealous.
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You have a way with deep subjects that sneak up on people. I agree with Kim, these stories are based on people in your life…right? I hope you never run out of characters.
b
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The funny thing is, I don’t actually know anyone like this but we all get a flavour of life and the characters in it don’t we, so I just let my imagination free among the possibilities and see what it comes back with.
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For a short story, that was far too short. There must be more. Right?
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There could be more. I am plotting another novel and I stick these compressed stories ‘out there; to see what the response is before spending hours writing something no one wants to read
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Well did he ever…
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Poor Janice….. I don’t wish him and Floss a good life.
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Another great story Peter! One of those “more please” ones! 😊
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“Mackers was the master of the ambiguous phrase, touched by humour and a whiff of profundity pitched at greeting card level.” That sums him up quite well. A shallow man trying not to be. Another winner of an essay, Peter!
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Enjoyable and fun to read. I like your style of rambling, full words with a touch of whimsy to the underlying truth. Good writing.
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I love how you dive into the nuances of a character and kick around their quirks. 🙂
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Very nice. Is this the opening page of a novel? For a while I thought I was reading a real biography which is a compliment
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What a great story! I love how you compare Mackers to a volcano that was once active but now lies dormant, making people curious, perhaps a bit uneasy. And then it erupts. Very nicely done 🙂
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I’m sure there are more than a few of us who secretly cheer our protagonist on (living life vicariously, as it were.) After all, even our well respected dentists encourage a little floss every day.
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fantastic writing!
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