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Round 3 - Return of the Meme
Round 3 - Return of the Meme
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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 19a/20
Maltravers missed his Blenkinsop every day, but sometimes he forgot about missing him. It was all unfair really. Why could everyone else get married to the persons they fell in love with, but not them. They who had never been unfaithful to each other. (the war didn't count. It wasn't cheating if you didn't want to)
Charles got married to, after a few years, with a woman who had a very annoying voice, but it didn't really matter because she was great at baking.
And suddenly Maltravers had the whole house to himself. All alone. He had been without a wife long enough to know how to cook and clean, but it was the silence that was new to him. No teenagers fighting over who was going to use the bathroom first in the morning, no one arguing over who should do the dishes. Just silence, umbearable silence.
He began to do nothing at all, slowly decayed in a way. He tended his to flowers in the beginning, but soon he realised that he couldn't care less and the next summer they where all dead.
Charles bought him a cat.
He had loved that cat, named is Alby. He talked with the cat too, and the cat looked at him like if he was stupid, which he was, talking to a cat.
”Oh Alby, how I miss my Albert.” He used to say, at least once everyday. They sent letters to each other, sometimes, but they often forgot about it. Sometimes Maltravers got angry at Blenkinsop, for not answering his letters. Then he would decide to redecorate his hallway, make it lighter, or bedroom, change wallpapers, or something. His house looked great after a couple of years. So did his garden after yet another year of care. Charles told his brother that it was definitely the cat, it was good that their old man had some company.
It was in that garden that he heard the news, it was in 1951. William was overly excited, and Ruth brought a cake. ”Dad!” he said when they where finally seated in the backyard, surrounded by the beautiful flowers. ”I have some great news to tell you!” he said.
Maltravers knew what his son was going to tell him. William clasped Ruth's hand and looked at her. ”Well?” Maltravers asked after a while.
”Oh, yes, Ruth and I are having a baby!” He said, his face more excited then ever. ”In December.” Ruth smiled and nodded.
Maltravers smiled. ”Oh! That is wonderful news!” Maltravers stood up and hugged his son, kissed his daughter-in-law's cheek. ”Do you need anything?” he asked. ”I have lots of yours and your brothers babythings in the attic... well if it is going to be a boy then... and I can paint the nursery.” he said, all to fast and in a mess.
”Oh dad, that would be great.” William said, but Ruth looked a bit more anxious.
”This will be great.” Maltravers said and smiled. ”I am going to be a grandfather, finally boy!”
They named the little girl Elizabeth, after his Bessie. And Elizabeth was the prettiest girl who ever had been born. She had golden hair like an angel, and bright blue eyes, and her smile was the greatest thing in the whole world.
It was the first time that Maltravers actually held a baby for cuddling with it, when his own sons had been babies he had only gotten to hold them when they where born, for a short while, at the baptism and when they where screaming and Bessie (god bless her) was warming milk and they wouldn't shut up, so he had cradled the babies to help her. If he woke up.
”She is adorable.” he said. She was three months old. ”But I have said that before, haven't I?” he smiled to Ruth who nodded.
”Yes you have, Mr. Maltravers.” she said. He was sitting in their kitchen again, she liked that the old man came over almost every week, it gave her some time off to do other things, like ironing all of her husbands shirts.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 19b/20
”Oh yes...” Ruth said. ”But Elizabeth is common, is it not?”
Maltravers only nodded. ”I hope that she will grow up to be a intelligent woman...” he said, and the child made an adorable sound. ”And that she will know love, and marry a man she loves.”
Ruth nodded this time, the man could be odd sometimes, but so where her own father. It was probably the first war, sometimes she wondered if her William was ever going to stop having bad dreams every night. ”Of course she will.” she said and smiled. ”But don't spoil her though, Mr. Maltravers.”
Maltravers looked up at her. ”You know, you could call me George, if you want to.”
She nodded and turned to the stew again. ”You could call me Ruth, if you want to George.”
They where quiet for a while, and then Maltravers opened his mouth. ”Do you love my son, Ruth?”
She smiled, and turned around again, to find George slowly rocking little Liz. ”Of course I do George. I love him more than anyone... well, not more than Liz, but more than any other human.”
”I remember how that feels like.” he said. ”To love someone with your whole heart.”
”Do you miss Mrs. Maltravers?” she asked. She didn't now much about Mrs. Maltravers, her William said he didn't remember her that much, she had died when he was six years old. She knew that Mr. Maltravers had moved from London, to Newcastle, to get help with the children.
”Yes. Yes I do.” he said. ”But, to be honest with you Ruth...” he began. ”Elizabeth wasn't the love of my life.”
She just smiled and sat down at the table. ”That's alright.” she said. ”It wasn't common, to marry for love then, was it?”
”No.” he said. ”And I miss... the love of my life, every day.”
She looked at him. Closely. ”Was it a man, George.” she asked. He looked up at her, with eyes large and scared. ”It's alright, my brother is homosexual.”
He hugged the laughing baby who was half covered with her own saliva. ”Well, yes. But don't tell William, please?”
”Of course not, we don't talk that much about other stuff than Liz and the mortgage.” she said.
”Well, society is more open today.” he said. ”Could I get a cup of tea?” he asked her. She nodded and got up again. ”I met him, his name is Albert... at the boarding school.” Suddenly he felt like a large stone was lifted from his heart. It was the first time, ever, that he had talked about Albert, with anyone. ”We, stuck together... lived together before the Great War, fought in the war together... for six months, we got separated after the christmas truce.” He looked down at his granddaughter. ”If he had been a girl, I would have married him in a heartbeat.”
”If he had been a girl you wouldn't had liked him.” she said and prepared two cups.
George smiled. ”I guess. I haven't seen him... in two years now, last time was at the reunion. And that isn't even that long.”
”Go see him then! What is keeping you here? Both of your children are married and happy. Go see him, George.” she put down the cups on the table. ”Shall I take her?”
”Please.” he said and handed her the baby, who was just as happy as always. She put her in the moses basket, that stood on the floor. ”I can't go, why should I?”
”Because, you just said that he was the love of your life.” she said.
”He is but... I don't know. He lives in London, doesn't it take forever to get down there?”
”It doesn't take that long, I say go, isn't there a bank holiday comming up soon?”
George looked down at his cup of coffee. ”But I am so old. We are both so old.”
”Nonsense, you are not even 60!”
He smiled. ”Next year I am though.”
”Well, then go before you are 60 then.” she said and smiled. It was a reassuring, warm smile. George had never really payed that much attention to Ruth, but she was really wonderful after all.
He nodded. ”Maybe I should go visit him.” he said, almost dreamingly, running his fingers along with the the pattern of the tablecloth. ”I really should.”
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 19c/20
No matter how far away we are from each other, no matter how long... I will always love you. You are the soul of my soul.
They met one last time, Albert came to him, but he could only stay for a short while, since he was on his way to Scotland, with his job. They just had a cup of coffee at George's house, Albert crying over that his girl was going to get married. George wasn't sure if it was tears of joy... or sadness. They didn't know then, that it was to be that last time they ever held each other in their arms, the last time that they where going to look into each others eyes. They didn't know, and that was only a good thing. Because if they had known that they would never again see each other, old each other, kiss each other, then they would've probably just stared at each other. Forgetting about time and space, and silly old nursery rhymes that some mad old person had been singing at them.
They didn't, they just drank their coffee, and kissed each other. ”You haven't changed a bit.” George said. ”When I am with you, I feel like twenty years old again, with my whole life ahead of me.”
”I feel like a a schoolboy.” Albert said and stole another kiss. Albert left too soon, after only a couple of more kisses, George walked with him to the train station, they sat down on a wooden bench. ”We never got to be together, did we?”
”No.” George said. ”No we didn't really.” They sat quiet, and the train rolled into the station. ”They owe us a life.” he said when Albert stood up. ”They owe us a life, Blenkinsop.”
And Albert was about to tell George that he was the one who married a woman, ruined their chances of being together, but he didn't, just nodded and tried to smile, he remembered why he had never said good bye to George before, but just silently left. It would hurt to much. Their bodies where aching, George wanted to pull him down, and kidnap him. Albert wanted to jump into his arms and never leave again. ”Well good bye old bean.”
”Good bye, my spiffing fellow.”
”Come and visit me soon, yes?”
”Of course.” he said. And looked as Albert walked into the cart and sat down. Though Albert sat down on the other side, so that he didn't have to look at the man.
And for the last time they left each other.
They would never see each other after that day. But none of them did now that, and that was good, because if they had known that they would never see each other again, they would have lost their will to live.
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 19c/20
I don't want this to end. *sobs*
Re: Unprompted: Blenkinsop/Maltravers - They Owe Us A Life 19c/20
I too will be awfully sad when I post the last chapter... :C