A Questionable Reaction – A Murder Mystery Continues.

This story is a continuation of a story I started writing a while ago.

If you’d like to read the previous instalment see here:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/08/09/like-a-constellation-of-stars-a-murder-mystery-continues/

You may also wish to read this:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/10/an-early-martini-a-short-story/

A Questionable Reaction

Sir Alfred Thorpe was carrying out his little investigation. He had entered his club, which was situated on a quiet street in Mayfair. The man at the front desk was a little surprised to see him. It was not his usual time or day. He didn’t usually come to the club midweek, or during the daylight hours, however, the man he was hoping to see preferred the comfort of his own home in the evenings but was likely to be here at this time of day.

“Is Lord Cedric Halifax in the club, George?” he addressed the man behind the desk, whose name was actually Colin but he’d learnt long ago that the distinguished members of the club were not to be corrected. He didn’t mind answering to the name George, it was better than some he’d been called.

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Multiple Word Prompt Story – A Welcome Home?

This story was inspired by these word prompts:

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/19/fowc-with-fandango-steady/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/rdp-49-welcome/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/your-daily-word-prompt-abominable-july-19th-2018/

WORD OF THE DAY: Sussurous

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/sussurous/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/07/19/three-things-challenge-19-july-2018/

Today’s things are: disco, boy, June bug

A Welcome Home?

Coming home always filled him with that mix of emotions. It was at the same time a comfortable feeling and one that made him feel anxious and on edge. He was ever full of contradictions. It was the contrasts that made life more than just two-dimensional. He always wondered what his welcome was going to be like. He had not always seen eye to eye with his folks. Particularly as he became aware that he wasn’t quite the same as his brothers. Life had become so abominable for him. Feeling like a fish out of water or a bird in the sea. He was a boy that had struggled with his own feelings and desires. It was only when he’d gone to university he’d learned there were fish that dwelt on land and birds that were happiest in the water and more importantly boys that felt the same as he did. He wasn’t alone.

At university he had lived life to the full. Immersed himself in that life of parties and fun. He loved the disco, the night life and being amongst his own kind.

Coming home had been a wrench. A return to the past. That was why he felt such mixed feelings, the comfort that usually came with coming home was tinged with that awkwardness. Would he still be welcome?

It was evening as he stepped down off the bus and walked up the path to the house. He heard the engine of the bus, that steady rhythm as it pulled away. Then the whispering of the evening breeze as it blew through the cornfields. A gentle susurrus sound, steady and constant. Then a June Bug flew into his face and he waved his hands to get rid of it.

He walked up to the front porch. A figure in faded blue jeans and t-shirt dragging a large backpack through the dust.

He extended his hand, took a deep breath, and knocked.

The door opened and he saw his Mother peering out into the night. She was just the same, her brown hair pulled back into a neat bun, her blue eyes peering out from her batwing glasses. Her clothes, neat and clean if a bit worn. As her eyes adjusted and she saw who it was, her face lit up.

“David! It’s David everyone, he’s come home!” she exclaimed to the house.

She put her arm around him and pulled him into the light. He cried tears of relief. He was so afraid they’d shun him after they’d discovered what he was. The way his Mother hugged him close, the way he saw his brothers come out from the kitchen and smiled at him, the way his father stood up from his easy chair and pulled the pipe out of his mouth and grinned, told him he had been wrong. His family loved him after all.

The End

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/July/2018