Short story: The Older Man

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You drove us out to a country pub for our first date.

‘There’s some live music on that I think you’d like,’ you said, although now I realize it was so we wouldn’t be spotted together by anyone from the university, anyone who thought what you were doing was wrong.

The place was packed, everyone swaying and singing together. You pressed your body up close behind mine, your laughing breath in my hair.

In the break I pushed through to the bar. ‘Another white wine,’ I shouted over the crowd’s noise.

Nodding, the barman shouted back: ‘And what would your father like?’

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For those who don’t know how Friday Fictioneers works, this picture (this time supplied by Bjorn Rudberg) is our inspiration for our weekly online writing group hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each story is only about 100 words long, so why not read a few others: click here to read some more or to join in.  And please comment below with any suggestions on mine, or just to show you’ve visited.

40 thoughts on “Short story: The Older Man

  1. about ten years ago i went shopping with a girlfriend because i wasn’t thrilled with some of her clothing choices. i picked out about four or five things and asked her to go in and out of the changing room so i could see which ones i thought looked best. two elderly women were sitting near by. one said, “oh, that’s so nice of you to take your daughter shopping.” at first i was insulted, but then i realized i was just lucky.

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  2. Another good story , Claire. From what you wrote, she knows now what he was doing. I don’t know if what the bartender said influenced that, but perhaps it made her stop and think. This is a classic story…unfortunately.

    janet

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  3. One thing struck me after reading your story; the bartender thought he was her father, but didn’t he think it was odd that they were dancing so intimately. Yuck! And kind of creepy of him. Great story! It was very authentic and made me think too much, obviously. 🙂

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  4. Great story. I almost made the same mistake as the barmana few years ago – thinking the woman with man I was talking to at a party was his mother. So so glad I kept my mouth firmly closed!
    Dee

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