Well I started Messny as a sperm, followed him through as a foetus and birth. Now he’s experiencing his first love. Ten years old and smitten.
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Novelty, coupled with unrealised desires, creates an enjoyable attraction. Emotions are extremely strong and surge through the mind in unbridled turmoil. He was beset with an inner warmth that grew with magnetic intensity.
At the delicate age of ten year he fell in love.
She was dark and sensual with all the charms of an older woman – of eleven. As they became closer Messny felt a return to those serene days of peace and happiness. They enjoyed each other’s company; just lying back in the den or in the meadows and being together was enough. They grew closer with a love that was beyond their years, relishing the time.
Each day as Messny walked down the road to meet her, hands in pockets, whistling ‘Slow Boat to China’, head back with a jaunty swagger, a thrill coursed through him and electricity ran through his body. He longed to spend every moment with her and was only content when they were together. Nothing else mattered.
Both of them felt the strange, alien awakening yet it was below the level of their consciousness. They did not quite understand what was happening to them. They were shielded by their own innocence yet driven by this dynamo of desire and a wish to satisfy their curiosity.
In reality they were two small people silhouetted against the backdrop of the harsher world of adults. There was nothing to hide. They radiated their happiness and had no understanding of how badly things can go wrong.
It was that curiosity and excitement that drove them to explore each other’s bodies. They wanted no secrets between them. The fact that they knew this was the secret world of adults made it all the more exciting. There were things happening to them that they did not understand. They knew what they were doing was forbidden but that only served to set the pulse faster. Besides they could not see why. Their pleasure was in sharing, in giving, in watching the other. She always initiated it and Messny eagerly followed her instructions.
The future was taken for granted. They sat on the kerb in the road outside her house and discussed how many kids they would have. She decided on seven. It was settled. That is what was going to happen. It was as inevitable as tomorrow’s sun rising.
The cricket and football had been kicked into the long grass. The climbing trees and wading through ponds was put on hold. All they wanted to do was to be together, holding hands, talking, sitting in the long grass, lying in the den, cuddling, kissing and exploring each other.
Their passion ignited their imagination and sense of independence. Their confidence soared. They were no longer children. They wanted more. They had assumed a maturity in excess of their years. They were not to be denied. The adult world was out there and they aimed to enter in to it.
Town became the focus of their attention. By day it was drab and ordinary but in their imagination at night it became a wonderland and they wanted part of the action. They imagined the neon lights, the crowds and excitement. It was a different world.
They began making plans, saved their pocket money, and formulated a strategy for an illicit trip. The excitement shone through their eyes as they talked about it. They would meet up after their parents were asleep in bed and walk the mile into town, buy fish and chips and soak up the wonder of this adventure.
They hatched plans, secreted clothes and planned out every detail. They would rendezvous at the elderberry tree where they’d built a treehouse, at midnight. They were going to town. They were going to mill with the crowds and sample the nightlife. They were going to stroll along with the flashing lights strobing on their faces eating fish and chips and laughing. In their minds it was the biggest adventure on Earth.
On the big night they synchronised their watches like spies. They had decided on midnight. It was when they were sure their parents would be asleep. They would creep out and meet at the tree.
What could do wrong?
That night Messny could hardly contain himself. His body shook with excitement. It felt like Christmas and birthday all rolled into one. He kept his underpants on under his pyjamas and thought about his clothes stuffed under the hedge outside. That evening he lay awake listening to the sound of the telly seeping through the wall interspersed with his parents’ voices. He willed the time to pass but it crawled. As the evening droned on in interminable monotony, he lay in the dark and thought about what they were going to do and how magical it was going to be. Tiredness started weighing heavy on his eyes but he fought it. It came in waves but he was determined to keep it at bay.
Eventually his parents went to bed and the house went quiet. The rafters creaked. He thought he could hear his heart beating. He kept checking his watch. At five to twelve he quietly sneaked out of bed, slipped his pyjamas off and crept out of the house. His footsteps sounded so loud but his parents did not hear. The back door key clicked and grated, the door sounded like a volcano erupting. He stood in the dark holding his breath. There was no sound from his parents’ room. He walked on tip-toe down the drive and retrieved his clothes and dressed.
He was free. He had made it.
He rushed down the road on a surge of adrenaline. The road was a different place at night. The street lights created pools of illumination. In between were eddying storms of swirling darkness. Even though he knew it like the back of his hand it was spooky. He imagined murderers lurking there waiting to pounce out. He reached the tree and shinned up into the treehouse. She wasn’t there.
Messny waited impatiently but she never came. Miserably he shinned down and scuttled along to her house. It was in darkness and as silent as a tomb. He went to her window and knocked quietly, scared silly at the thought that her parents might hear. There was no response.
Completed dejected he went home, undressed and slipped back in undetected.
She had fallen asleep.
They laughed about it the next day and planned a reprise. She promised faithfully not to fall asleep but alas the rigours of the previous night proved too much and it was Messny’s turn to fall asleep. On the third assignation his father heard him and called out. He made a lame excuse about needing a drink.
That was the end of it. They never had their big adventure.
It was probably for the best. The town was always wonderland in their imagination. In reality there were no neon lights or exciting crowds. The fish and chip shop was shut. It was a forbidding place of rowdy drunks and puke.
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537 Essential Rock Albums Pt. 1
Opher’s tributes to Rock Geniuses
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