Can I help you?

Charli’s guest prompt this week is from Lisa at Sharing The Story.

April 13, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?

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Our house in Herne Hill

 

Some years ago I had a cyst in my ear. It hurt. Having hoped it would go away I went to see the doctor. I was in my 20s and not used to the doctors. I had signed on years before but not been in ages. The surgery occupied two terraced houses on Herne Hill.

I gave my name and was told to go to the waiting room. I sat and not much happened. hen a woman came and said to go to the first floor. She seemed to mean me so I climbed the stairs, a little unsure and found a small room with chairs and magazines. This was it, I thought, feeling rather foolish that I had gone to the wrong room and hoping I hadn’t missed my slot.

Minutes passed. I was toying with going back to the reception and checking. ‘The doctor will see you now.’

It was a female voice, not unlike the one who had directed me upstairs. I looked up, just in time to see the figure walking down the stairs.

Damn, I’d be a pillock and should have stayed downstairs. I hurried to follow the woman who clearly intended to show me the doctor’s room. I remember reaching the bottom of the stairs and being mildly surprised to see her opening the front door. I must be in the other terraced house. I thought there was a corridor between them but maybe I had that wrong.

Outside the wind nipped up the hill. The woman had put on a head scarf and was adjusting her coat, an unnecessary palaver, even in November, given we were only going next door.

It was as she turned and saw me staring, a look on her face being somewhere between fear and disgust that the truth dawned on me: this woman was not helping me to my destination but was the last patient merely letting me know I could take her place.

While she hurried away, intent on putting as much pavement between her and this nascent stalker, I turned back into the same building I had entered half an hour before. The woman from reception stood watching me. ‘I thought we’d lost you for a moment.’

She wore one of those questioning expressions that are beloved of smart-arse parents and smug teachers: try explaining your way out of this one, Johnny, it said. I thought she wanted to help, only I misunderstood the extent of her helpfulness.

And the cyst? You don’t want to know.

So to the flash. Mary is definitely in need of help.

He means well 

‘Yes, we can access records.’ The young man adjusted his specs. ‘What details do you have?’

Rupert squeezed Mary’s hand. She nodded at him but didn’t want to be distracted. They mustn’t leave out any detail.

The young man finished typing and sat back. ‘A lot of the records are still being transferred from the paper details. So… ah here we are. Katherine Potts. Oh dear.’

‘What is it?’

‘I’m not sure. Can you bear with me?’

Mary and Rupert exchanged a look of concern.

The young man said, ‘Don’t worry. We’re here to help you find your twin.’

If you’d like to read the whole story, click here

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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21 Responses to Can I help you?

  1. Sacha Black says:

    proper lolsssss. you are SO funny, how do you get yourself into so many of these situations and more to the point – how do you remember them?

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  2. Ritu says:

    Geoffles! The preamble to the flash is like a story in itself!!!!

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  3. Oh Geoff… that sounds about like something that would happen to me. Delightfully told. Clicking over to check out the story. Hugs.

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  4. Gulara says:

    I agree – two great stories. What happened to the cyst?!!! 😀

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  5. I have a feeling your published memoir would be great reading 🙂

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  6. Tastyniblets says:

    Really well written- loved reading this!

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  7. I just love your humour, and I enjoy reading all the humorous situations you find yourself in. This one is a ‘Geoffrey Classic.’

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  8. Lisa Reiter says:

    I had to go back and just double check exactly where that cyst was.. Phew
    Anyway, thank you for adding a completely different sort of help to the possy of well wishers at the Carrot Ranch. 😀

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  9. trifflepudling says:

    We had a very sturdily-built, capable nun at school who was rather unnerving (you only approached her if you had to, not because she was unkind but she was rather brusque) and one day I came across her on the stairs, carrying up a wide metal bakery tray full of rolls and looking perfectly in control of the situation. I politely squeezed to one side of the staircase and she said “That’s right, offer to help!”. The result of that ever since has been me rushing round helping people whether they want it or not!

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  10. jan says:

    Oh my – sorry about the cyst. Yikes. Lovely garden in your backyard!

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