The story continued

For example, here is a work in progress!

My Jenny

It’s late and I’m tired. I’ve been working on my computer so to finish the presentation that I am going to give to some new customers in the morning. Giving a sigh of satisfaction, for a job well done, I save the presentation and turn off the computer. Standing up, I stretch to relieve my aching muscles.

Turning off the downstairs lights, I start up the stairs. There is no light on the upstairs landing, but light from a street lamp leaks through the open door of my daughter Jenny’s bedroom. As I step off the last stair, I hear her snoring softly.

Giving into temptation, I creep quietly into her room; quietly so that I won’t disturb her. Her sweet smile and blonde hair reminds me of her late mother. It seemed like a lifetime since I lost Diana, her mother, in a traffic accident as she was driving home from work. I still miss her. We both did.

I had known Diana all my life, or so it had seemed. We had met as toddlers, even before we went to school. She, and her parents, lived two doors away, down the road. We met as our tricycles inevitably ran into one another. Our parents met as a consequence of two screaming infants.

We started school together and as our birthdays were less than a week apart, we even shared birthday parties. Growing up together, Diana was a thorough tom-boy, joining in with all our games. Being close neighbours we usually found ourselves on the same team. This was a good thing as she was as good, if not better than most of the boys in our group, including me.

She was smart as well. It was an idea of hers that was to improve all our young lives. Josh had been moaning that he did not understand the mathematical questions that had been set for our weekend home work. After most of us had unsuccessfully tried to explain to Josh what the theorem meant, Diana waded in with her explanation and the way Josh’s face lit up with understanding was something to behold.

Grinning, Diana said, "It’s my turn now. How can anyone remember all those formulae in chemistry."

"It’s easy," I replied. "All you have to do is to remember what goes in and what comes out. You can balance up the numbers afterwards."

"Can you show me?" said Diana.

"Me too." said Ted.

"Not now," I replied. "I’ve got to be going in for tea. How about tomorrow sometime."

"Where and when?" asked Diana.

"The where’s easy," said Bill, "a shed in our back yard used to be a classroom, but its very untidy. If we could clear it up…"

"Right." said Diana. "Tomorrow morning at ten we all go to Bill’s and clean up. Then after lunch, we meet again for the inaugural meeting of the ‘Homework Club’."

Which is what we did. Our regular meetings were so successful that soon our little group were top of the class in most of our subjects. It was a success story that was to last us all into adulthood.

* * * * * And here is the end of the story (which was written first):

Looking down at our daughter and remembering Diana, my eyes start to water. As I begin to turn away, my nose twitches. I lean over Jenny, shake her shoulder gently and say, "Wake up, love. I think your nappy needs changing!"

All that remains is to write the bits in between!

Other reasons for using a Word Processor

You may not want to write fiction, but you may need to write to the Inland Revenue!!!


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