Crash Bang Wallop Sids In Love Part 3

A dull overcast day, Sid wondered would the sun ever shine. As he was showering, he started to think about the days when Summer was Summer...... Sun shine almost every day, the holidays he spent in Margate came back to his mind. There was his, mum wearing a floppy hat, eating an ice cream sat on the golden sand in her stripey deckchair. He must have been about seven, at the time, and he had chips four nights on the run from the lovely chippy on the corner. Margate was like heaven to a child in those days. He hurriedly dressed in his new blue T - shirt, and decided that would be his theme for todays story... He was anxious to get tapping on those keys.

"Margate, when I was a child."

He had totally forgotton about the clash ,bang . wallop from upstairs. One of the ladies in the writing group, who seemed to know a lot about life, recommended ear plugs. This was a revelation to Sid. They totally blocked out Hattie's snoring, and now The Go Lightly's were silenced. He had found a way to give himself the peace he had longed for all hi s life.

Sid started his story, with the packing..... His story so far reads;

I had never been on holiday before, and i was seven. Lots of boys and girls in my class had told me about the exciting things in Margate. Chips, ice cream, the beach.... that was just a few of things i missed out on until i was seven. At last the time came, daddy bought me a new case, and lots of clothes.

Poor Sid, he found himself crying. He found himself missing his mum, he longed for the ice cream with the strawberry on top, and to hear his little sister calling his name. Alas she is now dead, and things are so different since that lovely happy holiday.

"Have you done a story," Fred asked, almost as soon as Sid walked through the creative classroom door. They all seemed so eager to hear his work. He had found true friends here at this class, he had been looking for a friends for a while. You need to mix with writers, if you a writer he had realised because everyone else tends to think you are a bit crazy.

"This, one announced Sid is sure to be a best seller." One of the young ones sniggered, but Sid ignored her. "People want to know what life was like years ago, "he looked over at the girl that had dared to snigger at him.

Sid was the first to read out his work. He was so proud of himself, and not one spelling mistake. The group actually applauded at the end, and the teacher, said he was making lots of progress.

This was a special day for Sid, he would mark it on the calender. Never before had anyone applauded what he had done. He was beginning to be recognised. As he walked home, his work tucked under his arm, he thought about other childhood memories, he had a lovely mum. All his friends loved coming to his house because she was such a great cook. He remembered he had kept some diaries from his childhood, he would get them out, and re read..... writing was opening up so many opportunities, memories, a whole new world in fact. He would buy himself a few more clothes. A writer must look respectable.

He put his key into the front door, and walked in always remembering to wipe his feet on the mat. This was another memory from his mum........ She insisted on wiping feet, not taking shoes of, like everyone seems to do now a days, but wiping feet was a must, in her household.

One member of the Go Lightly's was walking down the stairs, he did not turn round to see which one........... if the truth be known he was very afraid of this family.

"How's the poetry Sid."

"Coming along nicely" he replied. It was mummy bear, she was not quite so fierce as the male bears, but bad enough......

"He He, she called out, as she stepped outside, "never had a famous neighbour before,"

Sid wished they did not have a famous neighbour now, and that they lived somewhere else........ maybe he would earn enough money one day from his writing, that he could buy a home in the country and write all day long..... that would be a wonderful experience alright.

He picked up the three envelopes from behind the door, and to his utmost horror. All three were rejections. He had been told this could happen, but he was not ready for the discomfort it brought him. For the third time that day, Sid cried. This time, there was lound wails coming from deep down, and the tears flowed freely.

Work tomorrow anyway, thought Sid, i will leave these rejection papers in the top drawer, and see how many i get before i hit the big time. Sid felt at ease with himself after his long cry..... a little embarrased, but non the less better for it.

to be continued