Super Short Stories

By Stan Mason

This anthology is vibrant in its nature including tales of comedy, horror, intrigue, fantasy and romance. It contains a host of wonderful characters and many quite ingenious. Stories.
You will really enjoy reading them!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AUK Authors
• Release date: Jan 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783335497

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1988.

The Love That Never Failed

Charlie Carnegie had been employed by Frederick Myers Milk Distributors for over thirty years. His service career had been impeccable. In fact he could boast that he missed only five mornings through sickness in the whole of three decades. Such loyalty and constancy in the past was considered invaluable, but times had changed, trading was different, and the preference of the public in their choice of shopping had entered new dimension. Ultimately, despite his dedicated service to the milk company, he was made redundant. The value of the redundancy cheque given to him by his superior was sufficient to carry him through the best part of a year but after that he was on his own. He had known that redundancy was coming for some considerable time. Rumour and gossip had permeated through the company grapevine for nearly a year. Charlie had thought about it many times but there was nothing he could do to alter the course of events. At forty-eight years of age, with no particular experience in any other field, he would be very hard put to find another company willing to employ him either in or out of the milk distribution business.

The core of the problem was endemic. For some years the supermarkets had been selling milk at very competitive prices which meant that the ordinary run-of-the mill milkman, who was forced to charge higher prices because of the cost of delivery to households, was being gradually squeezed out of the business. People no longer waited for their milk to be delivered to their doorsteps. They drove to the large supermarkets, enjoying comfortable parking facilities, and made all their purchases there. His dismissal had been staved off for a while by selling other products such as eggs, bread and a variety of groceries when he went on his milk-round, but such measures by themselves were no panacea for the main problem because supermarkets sold such products at cheaper prices as well. Consequently, one day, when he had completed his daily round, the long-awaited letter was handed to him and he was faced with the awful prospect of remaining unemployed for the rest of his life because no one else wanted to employ him at his age. He decided to keep the secret of his dismissal from his wife for as long as he could. There was no rhyme or reason in the decision. It was simply that he couldn’t or wouldn’t admit the situation to himself or anyone else. In order to maintain the pretence after he had been made redundant, he would leave the house early each morning at the normal time and return in the afternoon as though he had been on his milk-round. In reality, he sauntered to a cafe in the market square for breakfast and then went for a long walk until he arrived at the local inn where he met some of his colleagues who had also been made redundant. They were all old troopers who had given their working lives to the milk distribution company. At the inn, they discussed old times and commiserated with each other over a pint of beer, each one knowing it was unlikely they would ever work again. Some of them didn’t mind because they were near to retirement age and had already planned what they were going to do with their lives. Charlie was different. He was far too young for a pension and far too old to be employed. Of one thing he was certain. He couldn’t continue to pretend for much longer; there had to come a point in his life when he told his wife the truth. After all, she would be expecting his wage-packet at the end of the month and he wouldn’t be able to produce it.

He mused on what she would say. Madge was a real Trojan. She took his salary cheque each month when he brought it home and handed him his pocket money for him to spend as he wished. She paid all the bills and made the family financial arrangements as required. He never asked about the bills; never enquired about the purchases they made. Madge handled the finances on her own. And there was never any problem. He never heard her complain there was insufficient money to make ends meet. Nor could he recall seeing any bills in red letters indicating it was a final demand. On reflection, the running of the house went like clockwork. She had handled their financial affairs brilliantly over the years, better than most other people. About five years earlier, she told him they had repaid the mortgage on the house. At the same time they enjoyed travelling abroad each summer for their holidays. They normally visited Spain, Italy, Malta or Turkey but in recent years they had gone to the United States and Hong Kong. Furthermore, they had replaced all their carpets, curtains, and all their kitchen appliances every few years. They owned four televisions, two video-recorders, bought a brand new car every five years, had just had a new kitchen installed in its entirety, as well as double-glazed windows and doors fitted at enormous expense. He didn’t know how she did it on the relatively modest salary he earned. Somehow she had a talent for financial administration because they never went short of anything. But that was her field of operation. His main interest was supporting Manchester United Football Club which consumed most of his spare time, especially when he went to matches or spent an inordinate amount of time discussing the results, the team and the Premier League with his friends at the popular local inn.

‘You’re going to have to tell her sooner or later,’ commented Graham Dickens, one of his old working colleagues. ‘You can’t keep it a secret for ever. Once the bills start coming in and you can’t pay them, she’ll want to know what’s going on.’

‘I always give her my salary cheque,’ admitted Charlie rather shamefacedly. ‘She’s the one who pays all the bills.’

‘Then she’ll find out soon enough,’ added Brian Weeks, another one of his mates. ‘At the end of the month she’ll want to know what’s happened to your salary cheque. You won’t be able to hide it from her then.’

‘Why can’t you tell her?’ asked Graham, before attempting to empty the glass of beer in front of him. ‘It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.’

‘That’s right,’ concurred Brian. ‘It’s a fact of life. People don’t need milkmen to bring their pinta to the doorstep every day. Supermarkets have taken over.’

‘Madge has done such a brilliant job over the years,’ returned Charlie, almost in tears, ‘I can’t bring myself to tell her what’s happened.’

‘Do you want us to go along with you to tell her,’ advanced Graham trying to be helpful.

‘No, no!’ pleaded Charlie. ‘I’ll do it myself.’

‘I’m surprised she didn’t read it in the local newspaper,’ rendered Brian with an element of surprise in his voice. ‘The article said that seventy-five milkmen were being made redundant.’

‘I don’t think she reads the local newspaper,’ explained Charlie. ‘Anyway, she never said anything to me about it.’

‘She probably thinks you’re one of those they kept on,’ suggested Brian, taking a swig from his glass.

‘What you need is some Dutch Courage,’ Graham told him. ‘If you like I’ll buy you a couple of whiskies. Brian will do the same, and then you can go home and tell her without feeling unhappy about it.’

‘No, I’m going to have to pluck up my own courage and tell her.’

They discussed the matter further, always coming to the same conclusion, and Charlie left the inn unhappily, preparing mentally for the confrontation with his wife.

As he approached the house he saw her looking out of the front room window. They waved to each other and he realised that this was the moment he had to tell her about his misfortune. Having accepted his fate himself, he had no idea how she would receive the news. He opened the door and walked into the front room. She turned to face him and he took her in his arms and kissed her long and warmly.

‘My goodness!’ she said in surprise, her eyes sparkling. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure? You haven’t done that for quite some time.’ She noticed his furrowed brow and pushed him back a little. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Wrong?’ he asked, although he didn’t mean to say the word.

The sparkle disappeared from her eyes. ‘You look as though you’ve lost a pound and found a penny.’

‘You’d better sit down,’ he told her. ‘I’ve something to tell you. It’s not pleasant.’

‘You’ve been to the doctor and he told you you’re suffering from an incurable disease!’ she ventured hastily.

‘No, it’s nothing like that,’ he responded. ‘I’m perfectly all right.’

‘There’s another woman in your life which you haven’t told me about!’

‘Of course not,’ he replied in frustration. ‘You’re the only woman for me. Always have been, always will be.’

Madge gave a slight sigh of relief. ‘Then we have nothing to worry about. You’ve got your health and we have each other.’

‘Please sit down and listen to what I have to say,’ he implored, shrugging off her euphoria. She obeyed him and sat quite still wondering what he had to say. He walked up and down for a while trying to frame the words in his mind.

‘For heaven’s sake!’ she scolded gently. ‘You’ll wear out the carpet in a minute. What’s on your mind?’

‘I’ve been made redundant, Madge!’ he blurted out suddenly. ‘After thirty years they fired me. Now I’ve got no job and I’m technically unemployable at my age. All we’ll have to live on is the money I receive from unemployment benefit. We’ll have to say goodbye to new cars, foreign holidays, and all the rest of it. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!’ He stood slightly bowed like a schoolboy caught in the middle of an evil prank by the headmaster.

Madge stared at him for a moment with a blank expression on her face. ‘Is that it?’

‘Yes, that’s it. I lost my job!’

She blew out her cheeks in relief. ‘Whew! The way you were acting I thought it was something really serious. You had me worried there for a moment.’

‘Well it is serious, Madge. I can’t support you properly any more. Of course I’ll look for another job but I doubt whether I’ll get one.’

‘I’ve known for months you were going to be made redundant, Charlie,’ she told him. ‘It’s been in the newspapers and rumoured all over the town. Now I don’t want you to worry about anything,’ she told him calmly. ‘Nothing at all.’

‘But it means a complete change in our life-style,’ he muttered bitterly, almost in tears. ‘The car, holidays, new appliances, everything. It’s all over. We won’t be able to do things like that any more. Not ever.’

‘Don’t upset yourself, Charlie, I told you not to worry,’ she repeated, smiling at him.

‘You’re such a wonderful woman... a wonderful wife,’ he managed to say with a sob in his throat. ‘I’ll never get another job.’

‘That’s all right,’ she returned smoothly. ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She smiled at him again.

He shook his head in disbelief. ‘I give you the most horrendous news and you take it all with a smile and say it doesn’t matter. You’re a brick. You really are wonderful!’

‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ she told him modestly, ‘but I’m sincere in asking you not to be too concerned about the redundancy... or the fact that you might never work again.’

He stared at her in a puzzled fashion trying to determine a reason for the light-hearted way in which she took the news. ‘To think I worried myself to death for three weeks wondering how to tell you. I should have known you’d take it in the right way.’

‘I’m surprised at you,’ she returned. ‘You should have told me earlier... not that it matters.’

He shook his head slowly. ‘Why do you say that when you know we have to give it all up? Everything!’

‘Don’t be so dramatic, Charlie!’ she chided. ‘We won’t have to give anything up.’

‘We won’t?’ His eyes went as wide as saucers at the revelation. ‘Why not? We won’t have my wages in future. I mean to say, you always made it work wonders before but it’s not coming in any more.’

She went to the sideboard and poured out two drinks, handing one to him before she sat down on the settee. ‘I think you’d better sit down this time because I’ve something important to tell you.’

He sat gingerly on the edge of one of the armchairs thoughtfully. He had fired himself up for the confrontation with her about his redundancy but somehow she had turned the tables on him.

‘I have a secret to tell you. I’m positive you know nothing about it,’ she began, ‘but first I need to go back in time so you can understand what I did and how it happened.’

‘A secret?’ he interjected in surprise.

‘Yes, a secret that’s been going on for thirty years.’

He inhaled deeply and took a sip of his drink. All his inert fears rose up inside him. He loved his wife more than anything on earth. Could it be that she was about to shatter his dreams? First his job, now his wife! ‘Is there another man in your life?’ he asked with trepidation.

‘Another man,’ she laughed. ‘Of course not! You’re the only man in my life. There’s never been anyone else. Now will you just sit there and listen to what I have to say without interrupting?’

He sat back in the armchair, relaxing in comfort, clawing through his memory to anticipate what she had to tell him.

‘When we were teenagers we were madly in love with each other. Nothing else... no one else... mattered to us in the whole wide world. We were Adam and Eve.’

‘You can say that again. We were always crazy about each other. The envy of every young man and woman of our age. But why are we talking about that? I don’t understand what you’re getting at.’

‘You will, Charlie, you will.’ She took a sip at her drink. ‘We were eighteen when we got married. Very much in love with each other and very virile.’

‘I’ll say we were. Never out of each other’s arms. Always in bed together if I remember rightly.’

‘That’s exactly what I mean. Always in bed together. That’s where it all started. The whole plan.’

‘The whole plan? What was that?’

‘We made a bargain with each other right from the start.’

‘Bargain?’ he enquired with a puzzled expression on his face. ‘What bargain?’

‘I insisted you should give me two pounds every time we made love together, and you agreed.’

‘Oh that! Well yes. You were very adamant about it so I gave in. It was no big deal. I didn’t smoke or drink. Two pounds every time we made love didn’t cause me any serious financial hardship. Mind you, we did make love quite a lot in those days. I always presumed you saved up that money and used it to help buy a new car or a holiday abroad or something like that.’

‘A nice thought,’ she told him, ‘but you’re completely wrong. Come with me. I want to show you something.’ He rose from the armchair and she took him over to the front window pointing to a row of houses a short distance away. ‘You see those houses. There are twenty-five of them.’

He stared at them bleakly. ‘Yes, I know. They’ve been there for donkey’s years. Why am I looking at them now?’

‘Well you might be surprised to know that we own all those houses. Every single one of them.’

There was a long pause as he stared at her face. ‘Get away!’ he riposted eventually. ‘You’re having me on!’

‘How do you think we could enjoy our life-style on your salary. It was just about enough to feed us and pay for the rates and electricity... let alone all the other things we had and did.’

‘But we didn’t have any money to buy any houses,’ he managed to say. ‘You didn’t receive an inheritance from the Will of an old aunt or something and never told me about it, did you?’

‘I should be so lucky,’ she laughed. ‘I wish it were so. No, no aunts, uncles or any other relatives left me any money or property. I had to do it all on my own.’

He puffed out his cheeks and took a closer look at the houses which had always by-passed his attention before. ‘Do I understand you correctly? We own all of them? All of them!’

‘That’s right.

‘In the first year after we got married you spent nearly all your pocket money on our bargain. You gave me a total of five hundred and twelve pounds. Except for football matches on Saturdays, you spent all your money on me.’

‘I remember it well. In those days I was always broke.’

‘Yes. But you were always happy. You have to admit that.’

‘It’s a past memory now. But you’re right. I was happy.’

‘Well I didn’t have any kind of a plan at the time. I simply saved the money in a bank account without knowing what to do with it. Then Providence shone her light on me. I looked out of this window one morning to find a For Sale sign of an estate agent in the garden of number seventeen over there.’

‘What made you decide to buy another house?’ asked Charlie inquisitively. ‘I mean it’s one hell of a commitment. And we already had a mortgage on this one. Did you use this house as collateral for the purchase of number seventeen?’

‘Of course not. I would never endanger our home. You know me better than that. It must have been an impulse which made me buy it. I went to the bank and put all you’d given me plus some of my own money as a deposit for a mortgage. I didn’t tell them I was married. I said I worked for Barnaby’s, which I did at the time, getting quite a good salary, and that I wanted to live in the house on my own. The bank was extremely reluctant to give me a mortgage at first but, fortunately, the manager was a woman and she was sympathetic.’

‘But how did you meet the mortgage repayments?’ he asked in bewilderment. ‘You had to make them every month. How did you do it?’

‘I found a tenant and took a month’s rent in advance. Together with some money I had in my account it was enough to buy some second-hand furniture to fit it out... just the bare minimum of a couple of beds, a dressing-table, a kitchen table and four chairs, a settee, and a cooker, and I let it out to a tenant whose rent covered the mortgage, plus a tiny bit extra.’

‘I can hardly believe it,’ he muttered. ‘And you never said a word to me in all this time. Not a word!’

‘Well, at first I wasn’t sure how it was going to work out. I could have fallen flat on my face if I had a very bad tenant who wouldn’t pay the rent, or a series of tenants who came and left regularly. In any case, you would have gone mad if you knew about it. You would have worried yourself sick about the payments and been very annoyed that I told the bank I was single.’

‘You’re darned right I would!’ he told her. ‘I would have been very unhappy.’

‘Anyway, in the second year you were not quite so lusty, which didn’t help the financial accounting at all. The amount you gave me was only four hundred and sixty pounds. Then number twenty-two came up for sale. The husband and wife separated and were suing each other for divorce so I managed to get it quite cheaply. I gave the bank the deposit and told them I was planning to move into number twenty-two, intending to sell number seventeen as soon as possible. It wasn’t true of course because I intended to keep both properties. They let me have a second mortgage rather than a bridging loan because I told them my father would continue paying the mortgage on number seventeen and they swallowed it. In fact I simply continued paying it from the rent the tenant gave me.’

Although he should have been delighted at the news of the development, Charlie felt decidedly unhappy at having been deceived by his wife for almost the whole of their married life. ‘Obviously it didn’t stop there,’ he challenged with mixed emotions. ‘What happened next?’

‘I took a month’s rent in advance from another tenant, added some of my own money, and fitted it out with second-hand furniture. It continued to be let so the mortgages of both properties were being paid for by the tenants... with just a little bit left over.’

‘It all sounds so simple,’ cut in Charlie, shaking his head slowly before sipping at his drink. ‘Go on!’

‘Well I suppose it was simple really. Not like any other businesses. I mean, I needed no stock, no overdraft, no leasing, nothing like that. There were