The Lost Boys – Friday Fictioneers, July 2021

Copyright J R Hardy

Finn was a quiet, self-effacing guy, with a left eye continually drifting to the side as though something more interesting had caught his attention.  Maybe something had. 

He talked sense; we usually heard him out.    

Just not that day…

“No,” he’d said, when we rocked up at the disused railway sheds, clambering onto the roof for a spliff. 

“No,” was also his last word as the rotten timbers gave way.

Afterwards, his absence was more keenly sensed amongst us than his presence ever had been.

We hadn’t realised we’d always navigated by Finn; he was due north for all of us. 

So England didn’t win the Euros, and that’s 3 hours of my life I’ll never get back again. I ought to know better; in fact I do, but sometimes I just forget. 😦 Someone who never forgets, come rain or shine, is our lovely benefactress and leader of the Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle. Many thanks for your time, Rochelle, I know there are other things you could be doing.

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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44 Responses to The Lost Boys – Friday Fictioneers, July 2021

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Lovely, Sanda. Often we don’t listen to our Finns until it’s too late

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  2. Poor Finn, a large hole was left by the chap in the toilet on the Indian train when he passed in my tale. I never stop thinking about how he’d be now.

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  3. michael1148humphris says:

    It is often the case, when people leave the world we realise more keenly how we relied upon them

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  4. jenne49 says:

    Wow! So powerful, Sandra.

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  5. Dear Sandra,

    That last line goes for the jugular. You’ve managed to tell a much larger story in 100 words. Brava!

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

    PS Thank you for your kind words in your note. 😀 Makes me happy to keep FF going.

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  6. Dale says:

    How sad that this is often true of certain people in our lives. Brilliantly told, Sandra. You do have a way…

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  7. granonine says:

    I love your MC here. As so often happens, he didn’t get his due respect until after he was gone.

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  8. No, probably the most important thing he ever said. If only they’d listened.

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  9. elmowrites says:

    What a beautifully sad image of friendship you’ve created Sandra. This one is golden from beginning to end.

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  10. Some people leave a larger hole than others. Well written, as ever.
    I also watched the football, the first time in my life I have sat through a whole match, though when I was 19 I attended a Brighton match with a boyfriend and stood on the terraces.

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  11. Very sad story. We often don’t know what we have until it’s gone.

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  12. msjadeli says:

    Such a good story that says so much about human nature.

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  13. draliman says:

    The quiet one who always steered them true. Very sad.

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  14. plaridel says:

    one of your best. truly heartfelt.

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  15. pennygadd51 says:

    A shrewdly observed story, and very well told. I particularly liked “he was due north for all of us.”

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  16. ahtdoucette says:

    A viscerally true story. We have all been there, I think. Well written.

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  17. GHLearner says:

    Poor Finn. If only they had listened. You really know how to pick us up and throw us right into the scene, it feels so real.
    And sorry about the football. England is overdue for a win. I didn’t watch because our guys didn’t come very far.

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  18. Tannille says:

    Never really realise how much we rely on or care for someone until they’re gone. Then we carry them with us.

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  19. A very good story with a strong, moral underpinning.

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  20. Nobbinmaug says:

    The oft-ignored voice of reason is one no group can do without. Well told.

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  21. Bill says:

    Well done, even if I did have to look up “spliff”. So many times we do not appreciate what we have until it is gone from our lives.

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