Introducing SHORT STORY #5.. "Oi,RAMBO!"
"Oi,RAMBO" is my first attempt at a work of
'FACTION' (part FACT and part FICTION) and I think that I have come up with my
best (descriptive) line yet.."Although the story goes from interesting to
ridiculous - it isn't a given that the ridiculous is the fiction"..
(Gotta be worth a read!)
Here's an early passage from "Oi,RAMBO!"...
It's Sunday and our hero here is having some well-deserved 'me time' on the
back of 2 consecutive capacity crowds of 3000+ customers per night attending
the club's resident Friday and Saturday all-nighter dance parties (by
comparison, when I had first arrived in Cardiff at the old Astoria,the club had
been lucky to get a couple of hundred through the doors) - and I have today
decided to reward myself with one of my 'mind and body' reinvigorating
perennial 'walkabouts' that have been my want since I was old enough to ride my
bike off into the hills and mountains that surrounded our farm on the wild,
rugged and snowy edge of the Caldbeck Fells at the start of the Lake District proper
in the far North West of England.
This time, being based in Central Cardiff,I had to go 'a wandering' along the
coastal path on God's side of the Bristol Channel heading out Newport way and
into The Wetlands - natural habitat of 'all things nomadic and migratory'.
It was one of those long,hot summer days that South Wales gets in abundance
('the sun always shines on the righteous'- You're welcome, Cardiff and
Newport).
It was about 2pm and in the peak heat of the day I was dressed perfectly for
the weather - in a bright red patterned bandana and cute in the right light
,figure- hugging and butt-enhancing pristine white shorts - and not a lot
else... apart from a glistening sheen of Factor 6 which adorned my near-perfect
muscle bound torso.
So there I was,route-marching with a great deal of gusto - and no
small amount of eye-catching rhythm atop the sea (defence) wall with the ground
approximately 10feet below me when I suddenly realised that, from a distance, I
must have resembled one of the Chippendales treading an open air catwalk.
I was minding my own business and whistling away merrily to myself,I believe it
was a rather tuneful rendition of "I'm Too Sexy (for my shirt)" by
Right Said Free, while also being fully aware of how good I must have been
looking in the warm early afternoon sunshine, when suddenly...
And that's all your getting folks!
(unless of course you shoot straight over to read the rest of the story on
either of my 2 Facebook homebase accounts www.facebook.com/jimwyllie98 OR
www.facebook.com/tavira.jim
Worry not - I have no hidden agenda.. it's just a free read (as are all my
short stories over there) and if you want to one day get yourself a copy of
FLASHING LIGHTS (or the in writing sequel STRAY) then that is entirely up to
you.
I just write in the hope that people enjoy the result of my efforts.
Each of my stories, like chapters in the book, purposefully have quite
different 'feels' to them
Thanks.
Jim
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