Short Story: Free

This short story Free is about my character Mitch who has appeared in my books After The Fishing Trip, Xmas With The Fam and Hidden. It is set long before those stories and I may include it in a future book about Mitch’s earlier years. I hope you all like it.

Free

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When Mitch had told his father and brother that he was pan the reaction had been better than he had thought it was going to be. His father felt, though problematic in and of itself, that he would end up with a girl because he was gentle. At the time Mitch’s father and Mitch himself thought that Mitch was a woman so that made it problematically progressive in a weird kind of way and Mitch held out much hope that soon it would all come together and things would be completely fine.

Confident that he wouldn’t have to hide items in presses anymore that might give away his sexual and romantic orientation he now wore his rainbow flag bag out to the shops and to his secretarial course at the local community college. But the bubble of everything would be fine was about to burst when he returned early from college one day to hear his father and his brother in the kitchen. His father and brother were discussing with hope that one day he would end up with a lad. As he stood outside the kitchen door his body felt empty, sick to his stomach. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder gently. He looked around to see his mother who had known that he was pan long ago and had been nothing other than supportive. She took his hand and led him into the living-room where they both sat down on the sofa.

‘Don’t take that in. You always be you and you be proud of who you are. Your father and brother just have their old, silly ways.’, she said.

He had nodded, appreciating her words but lost in the sickness consuming his belly. But he took his mother’s advice and continued to carry his rainbow bag with pride. Soon his father realised what the flag represented after seeing highlights from a Pride parade on the news. Not long after Mitch attended his first Pride with his mother and throughout all this though his father and brother made no comment of their disapproval their tone and body language showed just how uncomfortable they were with the whole thing. His father tried to smile and say he should have came because there was celebrities at the event but there was no mention of going to support Mitch. His mother spoke about how free she felt at the event and how much she loved the atmosphere with everyone coming together. She spoke about an older man whose story she heard at the event who had spent his life keeping back that he was gay and now that it was all out in the open he felt so free in his mind. All his father could respond was ‘Ah well, that was just how it was.’

But it wasn’t just his father and brother Mitch seen the unequal situation of life occur in. It was everywhere he soon found. He would overhear students and tutors assume someone was straight unless otherwise stated and hear tutors run down safe spaces and get angry about censorship against prejudiced views. He heard students saying gay couples on TV were ‘funny’. He heard minority groups being debated in Critical thinking classes in a way majority groups weren’t. He began to see how minority groups were thought of as fair game, how he was thought of as fair game and how everything was so personal but he was not supposed to take it as personal. Because of course that would be seen as too sensitive. Or worse a troublemaker. Mitch knew all about being made feel like those things. When he had been younger he had being much more openly opinionated until he had been worn down by his father’s and brother’s gaslighting and the gaslighting of much of the world in general. In the past while his mother had spoken to him about his worries about the world he was entering into as an adult or the world he had just entered into as an adult his father would often overhear and say things like ‘You are bringing down the mood in the house’, ‘You’ll have to go’ and ‘You want your own way.’ Though Mitch secretly hated how he had become so suppressed in talking out his opinions and feelings, he was used to being suppressed in such matters. It seemed easier to just pretend not to have a mind. But of course his father always knew that he was opinionated within and would occasionally comment things like ‘You used to be terrible but you grew out of that’ or when someone opinionated was in the news ‘He/She are a bit like you, a toughie’. To add to all this his father would play the sob act of ‘not understanding all of these new things’ when he read about people being anything other than straight, gay or cis and constantly referred to gay celebrities as ‘The gay man/woman’ while straight celebrities were simply ‘The man/woman.’

Mitch grew up in a time where things were changing. But still so much wasn’t. In the TV shows he would watch parents like his father were given the classic get out of jail card every episode. TV had not moved beyond mostly gay and straight but the fact it had moved beyond just straight was progress. Often he longed for a writer to understand his side of things but they never fully did. Often he would get wrapped up in a show only to find that the character was only put across as likeable if they understood why their parent was ignorant and helped them through. It wasn’t healthy to put across Mitch thought in one part of his brain but another part questioned whether he was compassionate, whether he was a good person. Add into this media and society was still putting across that anyone other than straight or gay was ‘Having their cake and eating it’, ‘Greedy’, ‘Unsure’ or ‘Afraid of commitment.’

When Mitch’s mother died, his heart was broken and he felt like he couldn’t handle things without her there. It was just he, his father and his brother living in the house and his father’s continued comments of him ‘One day finding a nice lad’ was scratching away at the steel surrounding his heart. A few months passed and a combination of everything was gradually building in him and he didn’t realise it. So much so that it crept up on him when he one night put his hands to his throat while his father and brother were in bed. For however long time he wasn’t sure he sat on the sofa in that position feeling like he would do it but then he banged the sofa and freed himself from the most terrifying situation he had ever found himself in. His mind had been filled with so much: pain at the discrimination he faced and pain at the idea that he wasn’t a good person. He had been left with three options: leave the world, stay in the world and conform or stay in the world and be himself. He chose the latter and quickly typed a story to get his feelings out. An angry, messy short story that he would never publish but it served his purpose. That night he packed, left a note and left.

It was while in New York that he realised he was a trans man and later omni as well as pan. His father and brother had been in touch on Facebook guilt-tripping him into returning. He ignored their messages. He had a freedom in his life and in his mind that he had never had before and he wasn’t going to let that go for anyone. He later heard that his father and brother were not in favour of him being trans and omni either but that wasn’t shocking. For the first time in his life he could be open as a trans, pan and omni man without worrying about debating back against the backlash which his father, brother and many others had thought him he was bad to debate back against. He was free, content and alive. Sure he often faced those who said ‘mature people don’t run away. They stay and sort it out.’ In other words people who were still blaming him for not being kind enough to understand people discriminating against him. But he had got his confidence back and he wasn’t letting it go ever again.

Short Story: Fourth of July

The following is a very short story surrounding the Fourth of July. Hope you all like it. 🙂

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Irish woman Saoirse didn’t really understand the whole Fourth of July celebration. She was looking it up on internet land while her American girlfriend Amelia was down the shops. Soon Amelia arrived back. Saoirse quickly closed down the computer, not having time to clear her history. Suspicious about whether Saoirse was having an affair or watching porn, Amelia sweetly asked Saoirse to put away the Fourth of July snacks. Once Saoirse was dispatched to the kitchen, Amelia quickly opened the computer up like a computer hacker in a spy thriller movie. She smiled upon seeing the list:

Fourth of July history

What the hell is the fourth of July?

What do fireworks have to do with the 4th of july?

Romantic ways to propose marriage.

Friday Fictioneers: Escaping

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

Escaping

 

The streets were lit up. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and rushed on dragging my blood soaked leg behind me.

Thank god!

I didn’t know how long I could run from these people without them slitting my throat. For days, I had been locked in that dungeon of theirs, without water, without food, worried I would be tortured further but somehow I had escaped …

And with their diamonds worth millions too. I needed to find the airport, start a new life as a new identity. Sun myself, finally know what luxury is all about.

I hear familiar voices …

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Golden

 

 

 

 

 

Golden

 

Every week he would practice his basketball skills while his Mum sat watching him as she ate her sandwiches. Each miss, she would encourage him. Each success she would cheer …

Years later, he stood at her grave. He worked at a local deli and she was just as proud before her death as she would have been if he was a basketball star …

The memories they shared were golden.

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Friday Fictioneers: The Long Queue Attracts Notice

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

 

The Long Queue Attracts Notice

 

The wait in the queue was always long. Today, the crowd seemed to have gotten even longer.

‘Sure there’s no work for the young.’, an old lady said kindly.

‘I worked all my life. Pack of scroungers!’, calls out an old man moaning.

In that queue, a twenty-something year old woman stood, let his comment slide off her back like the rain. She believed someday her life would change but if it didn’t she would still be doing better than that bitter man looking for a medal for being lucky enough to find a job.

Pathetic.

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneers: Weird Warehouse

 

 

 

 

Weird Warehouse

 

Where was I? I didn’t know. Could I get to the window and escape? Why was I so small?

With tremendous effort, I hoisted myself on top of two presses and broke the window with a hammer which was lying around this weird warehouse. I felt the air on my skin. Freedom.

That’s when my leg was pulled down, dragging me back into the darkness never to be heard from again.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Reading

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Reading

 

As Michael got older, his eyesight started to go. Each night he tried to read because that is what he had always done. The print was so small and his eyes strained but he picked up little bits here and there and got the general gist of the story.

Then one day, he met a woman, fell in love, her eyesight was still holding out after all these years and she read to him. A chapter a day in her melodious voice and each day, cosed up with a book, they fell more and more in love.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: Routine

 

 

 

Routine

It was a routine appointment for Claire. Like how her friend Joanne went to the book club or her other friend Sophie went to her careers advisor. It was an appointment she wouldn’t tell the girls about at lunch later. Doctor Cole tried to get her to open up about why she looked so much for love, why she felt so much rage. But Doctor Cole would go home to her loving husband and forget all about her.

I want love so bad because Daddy never gave it. I feel so much rage because Daddy was a controller of Mum.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: So Sensible

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Linda Kreger 

 

 

So Sensible

 

It was one of those days. You are on holidays. You do a pub crawl and you end up doing that dance they do at weddings or New Year’s parties. Follow the leader? Everyone get in a line? Become a train carriage? Something like that. (Too drunk to know darlings!) And passers-by think you are a crazy but you are living your best life.

But come tomorrow, they will probably be the ones living it up.

Sometimes you just got to unwind and not be so sensible.

 

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Friday Fictioneers: People Watching

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

People Watching

 

People watching was my pastime. It gave me ideas. I was here every day. Just people watching. Understanding their habits. Understanding their quirks. And I wrote it all down for my book. They say people watching enriches that kind of thing.

And one day when they least expect it this shark comes to life and eats them all up. Every little bit bringing their sad, repetitive lives to what I feel is a timely end. But this is just a snack and I’ve got other food establishments in my sights. My bestselling autobiography will be delicious.

 

 

My book Black Coat based on a previous Friday Fictioneers prompt is available at:

 

 

Free copies of After The Fishing Trip available. Contact me at lisarey1990@gmail.com

 

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