“Talk about fair weather friend, Rob! You’re alright for a laugh and a joke, but as soon as there’s any sign of trouble, you’re off! I don’t know what’s got into you these past few weeks!”
I can’t look Jim in the eyes. He’s right. I haven’t been my usual self.
“Where the hell were you?”
“Err, umm, I, umm…”
“Oh for goodness sake, it doesn’t matter. Try and get Jackson’s onside and remember, they’re our largest account. We can’t afford to lose them.”
“Yes, Jim. Sorry.”
“I suppose you’ve forgotten it’s my fiftieth birthday? For once, I’d like to see my wife and kids for more than half an hour tonight.”
I swallow nervously, pulling at my shirt collar. Oh God, I hope it will be OK…
“Well, what are you waiting for? Open the door, stop faffing about!”
“No, Jim, you do it, I –“
“Oh good grief! Alright, I’ll go in first they’re not going to –“
The door is yanked out of Jim’s hand, streamers whirl across the room, party poppers explode and all Jim’s friends and family are smiling and raising glasses to toast the health of my best friend.
Of course I hadn’t forgotten. Fair weather friend indeed!
Here’s my latest entry into Alistair’s Sunday Photo Fiction. He supplies us with his own wonderful photos, so deserves our support!
Do take part if you have time, or just pop over and read the other entries!
“When does it start? I need the loo.”
“Oh, I think in a moment or two.”
Do you want some water, in case you go dry?”
“Sssh! I’m listening, I’ll tell you why
in a minute, if you’ll just wait there.
I think I can see – yes, he’s the compere.”
“Well, put your name down, get on the list!
To come all this way, then only to miss
your chance to read, that would be a shame.
I want them to hear you, to know your name,
to learn how great your poetry is.
So step on over, don’t get in a tizz!”
“OK, I’m going! Please get me a drink,
my throat is so parched, I can hardly think.”
“I offered you that, a while ago,
just get your name down, please don’t be slow
in grabbing this wonderful chance to take part,
or I’ll drive home without you, and it’s getting dark!”
“Alright, I’ve done it! My name is submitted.
I can’t turn back, I’ve just committed
to read aloud, the spotlight’s on me.
So please, I beg, will you get me a tea?”
“Too late, my dear, the lights have turned low.
He’s calling your name – get on with the show!”
Tonight, Claudia is hosting dVerse Meeting the Bar and has asked us to write poetry in the form of conversation. Riding on the wave of yesterday’s fantastic evening where I took part in my first ever poetry reading night, at the Chinwag event at Aberystwyth Arts Centre, I decided to be light-hearted. This rhyming conversation does somewhat mirror the circular discussion my best friend suffered with me beforehand, as I dithered a little over putting my name down, should, shouldn’t I have drink, what if, what if, what if…?! Whilst my heart was pounding like fury when I started reading, it was great fun and I received proper applause, not just that kind smattering that I was worried about!
I hope you enjoy this slightly comedic piece – please do let me know. And please, do pop in to dVerse, find the Mr Linky, read a few/all of the other poems and think about taking part yourself!