Things Can Only Get Better #flashfrenzy #flashfiction

George found eye contact difficult. He’d read somewhere that you could only really make eye contact with five people a day before you frazzled your brain so he was sparing with his gaze. Some people thought him odd, others shy and a few just guilty.
The biggest problem though was Reggie. George loved Reggie. Not that he could ever tell him. After all Reggie was The Man. Reggie held rooms of people in the palm of his hand. He commanded attention. Once, George had been caught out staring, when Reggie spun round and grabbed his gaze. It was like a lock had formed before Reggie let him go.
No one knew of George’s infatuation, beyond his sister Pelly. She teased him but took him to shows where George hid in the shadows and soaked up every smooth gesture, every silky vowel as Reggie bestowed heaven on his audience. He ached for the next time while dreading its arrival. At the end, when Reggie held up a hand like a blessing, it was another small death.
‘I got tickets!’ Pelly squealed. ‘For your birthday too. A treat.’
George grimaced. ‘A treat?’
‘Front row centre.’
George’s heart felt like it would give out. ‘No no no. No I just can’t..’
Pelly squeezed his hand. ‘Silly. Back right.’
George sunk in his seat as the people around him stamped, demanding more. It had been perfect. All his favourites, with Reggie in that wonderful suit.
‘And now,’ intoned Reggie, ‘I must go.’
George closed his eyes. This time he would surely die.
‘But first…’
This wasn’t right. George opened his eyes, blinking into a spotlight. What was happening?
‘… there’s a special person I want you to meet’
The light dimmed; George’s gaze was fully on Reggie – and Reggie’s on George.
‘George.’ Reggie’s stare pulled George onto the stage. His head spun; the crowd sung happy birthday. Unknowingly he met their stares – friendly, loving, empathetic faces. He even let Reggie drape an arm around his shoulders.
Reggie eased him towards the steps and Pelly. ‘Nothing could be better,’ George whispered.
Reggie grinned. ‘Come to my dressing room.’
Maybe, thought George, it could.

This was written for the Flash Frenzy prompt 131 here

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published two anthologies of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand and Life in a Flash. More will appear soon, including a memoir of my mother's last years. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. 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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11 Responses to Things Can Only Get Better #flashfrenzy #flashfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    Oooh! What does George think could happen?? X

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That’s a sadly sweet and mysterious story – not at all what I expected from the photo (of course).

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I was wonderfing at first if George was autistic, with the eye contact and adoration of Reggie, but the twist at the end put piad to that idea!
    Great story, Geoff 🙂

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