Probabilities
By Peter Woodgate
Mick
had wandered outside for some fresh air. The wedding reception had become
somewhat of a bore, you know, after dinner speeches followed by “the first
dance” then the Best Man and Chief Bridesmaid get stuck into each other.
He took a long thoughtful drag on his
cigarette and wondered what the hell he was doing there. Alright, he was a
friend of the bridegroom and, in the past, had many a drunken night out with
him, but, since the bride and groom had got together as a couple, Mick had seen
little of him.
Mick’s own love life was non-existent, a
situation he was working on with little success. It was not because of his
looks, most girls found him extremely attractive, physically, he just lacked
personality. You see Mick loved to discuss Physics, Astronomy and
Probabilities. His latest “pet subject” was asteroids and the probability of
one hitting Earth wiping out all known life. Couple that with the conversation Mick
made about paper and the temperature 451 degrees Fahrenheit, the heat at which
paper bursts into flames. This, no doubt, was one of the reasons his dates
failed to show up a second time.
He took a final drag on his cigarette,
flicked the stub onto the ground and stamped it into the gravel path. He was
about to return to the reception when he caught sight of a young woman sitting
at one of the external tables. It was September and not particularly warm. She
was not smoking and Mick wondered why she was sitting out there on her own. He
took a deep breath, walked over to her and asked: “are you ok?”
It
was only then that he noticed she was crying.
Instinctively Mick put his arm around her
shoulders and offered her his handkerchief, making sure it had not been used
before he did so. She looked up at him with moist red eyes sniffing a “thank
you” before breaking into a half smile. Mick had a sharp intake of breath, “I
know you don’t I?” feeling embarrassed
as he tried to remember her name. “You are?... She smiled as she answered, “Jane,
Jane Tomkins,” she replied. “Of course” Mick sounded quite excited, “you were
in my group, Durham Uni, reading Mathematics and Physics.” “And you are Michael
Slater, couldn’t forget you, all the girls fancied you then, did you not know?”
Blushing
and feeling awkward he looked at Jane. She had stopped crying and smiled as
they continued chatting.
“So
what have you got to be so sad about?” enquired Mick.
“Oh,
the usual, my boyfriend invites me down to this wedding and then I find out
he’s been cheating on me with one of the bridesmaids, men eh.”
They continued talking about their time at
Uni, he had always been somewhat of a loner but here, suddenly he felt
completely at ease and soon arrived at one of his favourite subjects. The old
chestnut, well asteroids actually cropped up and the probability of one hitting
earth, they both agreed, was about ten million to one. “About the same odds as us bumping into each
other,” Mick added.
This
set them off laughing.
“That’s funny,” they uttered the words
simultaneously.
“Sorry,”
Mick interjected, “what were you going to say?”
“I
was just thinking I haven’t laughed in ages,” replied Jane.
“That
was exactly what I was thinking too,” Mick smiled.
They stood there, for a moment, smiling at
each other, then hugged and kissed. Mick felt embarrassed and stood looking at
Jane. She returned the gaze with a smile and for a moment they were motionless.
They were both brought out of the trance by
the sudden increase in the volume of the music pounding out behind them, a
rendition of Jailhouse Rock blasted from
the reception drowning the best efforts of the choir singing Rock of Ages in
the little chapel just around the corner.
Many millions of miles away, between the
orbits of Mars and Jupiter, the asteroids Ceres and Vesta collided. This sent a
chunk of metallic rock, one hundred and sixty kilometres in circumference,
hurtling on a collision course with earth.
“Shall we go for a drink? Mick turned to
Jane feeling happier than he had for goodness knows how many years. They
returned to the reception, the music becoming almost painful to their ears.
“What
would you like?” Mick turned to Jane as the barman approached.
“I’ll
have a scotch on the rocks” she replied, feeling rather daring.
Mick
looked at the beer on tap, as usual, no bitter just lager. He didn’t like lager
but thought “hey, I need to celebrate with something.”
“I’ll
have one of those lagers that are probably the best in the world,” he remarked,
sarcastically, unaware that it was probably the last lager that he would ever
drink.
Copyright Peter Woodgate
PROBABILITIES (ALTERNATIVE ENDING)
“And
you are Mick Maron, king of the public bar in the “Frog and Nightgown.”
The
girl responded after the briefest moment of scrutiny.
“Well,
well, what a small world. You are the only one from Uni that I have come across
since I moved down south. I had a big crush on you in those days but was much
too shy to even talk to you. Come, sit by me and tell me what you have been up
to.”
It was as if the sun had just emerged from
the clouds on a rainy day as they brought each other up to date with recent
history. Mick was surprised at how quickly Jane had thrown off her earlier
sadness and felt his own spirit rising as they chatted away.
She told him about her job in the
laboratory and of her ambition to develop a vaccine for coronavirus. The
details of her methodology would perhaps have been boring to the average chap
but Mick found himself genuinely interested, asking all the right questions in
all the right places.
He was struck by the way her animated face
caught the reflected light from a nearby window and how that light seemed to
put a sparkle in her eyes. He warned her about the danger from asteroids and
when that went down well he told her about his job in a private school. Mick
told her about his ambition to develop a new teaching method based on play
rather than rote. He spoke of his desire to become a headmaster and even, in
time, have his own school.
Together they explored each other’s minds
in the way, lovers explore one another’s bodies and found nothing there that
they did not admire.
And so, viewed from our perspective of a
fly on the wall, we watch the pair of them engrossed in each other. From time to time fellow guests would come into
the garden, to smoke, to explore, or maybe take a breather. Some would wander
over and wait for an opportunity to join their conversation, only to give up
after a while and slide away unnoticed, back to, the music, the punch bowl and
the platitudes.
And there they stayed, Mick and Jane, until
everyone else had left and the hotel staff politely asked them to leave.
They
never saw each other again because, despite their fine intellect, they were
socially shallow: she was put off by his single gold earring and he thought her
a trifle overweight.
Of course, they never forgot each other and
in their reflective moments the memory that each had of the other, became ever
more agreeable.
Sadly a thin shadow of regret began to
invade their busy loveless lives. As they matured that shadow grew until at
last each became more and more resolved to try to find the other again, just as
soon as the pressure of work decreased: but it never did.
So now I realise why your story was called 'Probabilities.'
ReplyDeleteMuch prefer the first version. Thought it was going to be another humdrum happy-ever-after story but the asteroid kicked it into life and I thought the last paragraph was brilliant.
There were just a couple of phrases that jarred 'Mick had a sharp intake of breath' - perhaps this could be re-worked.
Maybe 'Mick felt ....' or even just 'Mick gasped....'
Also your commas need to be looked at.
But otherwise it was great.
The second version made me feel sad and I didn't actually understand the first sentence! It was well written with some lovely bits of 'show' although some of your sentences were a bit long and again the punctuation was a bit 'iffy'.
However, I enjoyed both of them - the first turned into a tragedy, the second was just melancholy. Maybe it says something about me because I enjoyed the first more!