Fair Game – December 2020

Copyright Roger Bultot

In retrospect, he was almost neanderthal – the underbite, the spiked hair, the squint.

But he rode the Waltzers majestically, spinning them hard to make the girls scream, leaping monkey-like from one car to another, muscles bursting through his lumberjack shirt.

Light-bulbs flickered wildly, the Shirelles pleaded for constancy, and Del Shannon lamented his errant girlfriend whilst Annabel’s newly-acquired hormones raged uncontrollably.

The Fair was leaving tomorrow, and she would do anything for him tonight… anything.

Not realising this was, inadvertently, the kindest thing he would ever do.

Other guys would not be so remiss in the future, sadly.

 

The Shirelles

Del Shannon

For the younger Friday Fictioneers, or the older ones who’d like a touch of nostalgia, I’ve included the relevant links to the songs in the story.  For non-Brits, the Waltzers are a flat fairground ride with cars seating 3/4 people on a circular spinning base.  My breakfast stirs uneasily at the memory.  Thanks again to Rochelle, the mistress of the 100 word story and leader of our happy band of writers.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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50 Responses to Fair Game – December 2020

  1. neilmacdon says:

    A lovely bittersweet moment, Sandra

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  2. Michael says:

    You set the scene brilliant, as for the Shirelles they were great, young memories are flooding back

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  3. Iain Kelly says:

    Set the atmosphere for the period so well. Poor Annabel, I worry what her future holds!

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  4. trishsplace says:

    I’d never heard of waltzers, but you threaded the bands and their voices beautifully through this story.

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  5. I don’t know what the backstory is but you painted a vivid picture.

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  6. Tannille says:

    What a flashback, although way before my time…

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  7. Dear Sandra,

    Thank you for explaining Waltzers so I didn’t have to look it up. 😉 I did catch the nostalgia and now have Runaway running through my head. 😉 I feel for Annabelle. I wa-wa wonder what her future holds. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  8. Clicking the links, I really enjoyed the walk down memory lane. Thank you for including those! Don’t miss those teenage hormone-raging days though. So glad he didn’t notice Annabelle. She got away this time without her heart being broken. Nicely done!!

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  9. granonine says:

    Thanks for explaining the Waltzers, Sandra. Hadn’t heard of them. And the music–so many memories of teenage heartbreak and joy 🙂

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  10. ceayr says:

    Oh dear, I guess Annabel never quite got her hormones under control.
    And you made him so alluring, I blanch at the thought of the others!
    And love the title.

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  11. pennygadd51 says:

    Another excellent story, Sandra. You described him wonderfully well. I was particularly struck by your phrase, “the Shirelles pleaded for constancy”. Lovely writing!

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  12. Dale says:

    This was a wonderful write, Sandra. I love how you incorporated the songs into the storyline. Poor Annabel… Love those old tunes!

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  13. There are definitely days when one is glad one isn’t a teenager anymore with all of those emotions (and hormones). And, poor Annabel, tonight’s disappointment is just the beginning.

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  14. Waltzers, The Shirelles and el Shannon – you took me back a few years! I really don’t envy my teenage grandkids!

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  15. liz young says:

    I could see you there – was it you?

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  16. draliman says:

    It sounds like Annabel’s in for a bit of a bumpy ride through life.

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  17. plaridel says:

    in a way, she was fair game indeed.

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  18. James McEwan says:

    Ah, those days when hormones raged.

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  19. Ah, life of a carney. I can just picture him. What a catch.

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  20. mjlstories says:

    I remember those Waltzers so well. A nice dose of nostalgia – but poor Annabel.

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  21. I felt your story crackled with energy – the music, his rippling muscles and showing off and her uncertain future life. Loved it Sandra.

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  22. What a lovely scene painted in words!

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  23. ahtdoucette says:

    Vivid and nostalgic. Well written as ever. Thank you for sharing.

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  24. Love that opening description.

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