Beauty in the Ruins
By Simon Stuart
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'Simon Stuart writes with a deep understanding of the subtle, extraordinary, pivotal moments to be found in everyday life. With these six wonderfully understated yet moving stories, he invites the reader to join him on a journey through the often chaotic and emotionally harsh everyday worlds of characters who reveal themselves in the fragmen
Simon Stuart
Simon Stuart studied at the Canberra School of Music and Monash University, graduating with a Bachelor of Music in 1999. Since then, he has made a living teaching and playing the double bass. This is his first collection of stories.
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Beauty in the Ruins - Simon Stuart
Beauty in the Ruins
Simon Stuart
Ginninderra PressContents
Copyright
Acknowledgements
Dedication
piano
Boarded up now
The sure
Not important any more
Falling boy
Throwing boulders
Beauty in the Ruins
ISBN 978 1 76041 089 6
Copyright © Simon Stuart 2014
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2014
Reprinted 2016
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
Acknowledgements
‘piano’ was commended and published in page seventeen Issue 6 (2008)
Thanks to Jane-Marie Mason, Stephen Matthews, the Melbourne writers Michael de Valle and John Irving, and to my family and friends.
For Claudia and Jane
piano
‘Princess,’ he says having opened his front door.
‘Dad.’
My dad has always been more beer gut than man. His blue singlet is pale and frayed around the neck. The tattoo wrapped around his thigh-sized forearm has faded. His short-cropped hair, once dark, is now all but white. He’s aged faster than the time that’s passed. He’s smaller – still huge, though.
‘What brings you to town?’
‘Remember Gary?’
‘Yeah.’
‘He’s getting married.’
‘Well, I’ll be.’
Dad worked as a labourer on the railways all his life. His skin is so dark from years out in the weather that he’d almost pass as Aboriginal. I’d never tell him, though; he wouldn’t like that.
‘Come in,’ he says.
The fear of my youth – he wasn’t a happy drunk – is turning to pity. He’s stooped over as he walks and I follow to the kitchen. It’s ten in the morning as I take a seat at the kitchen table. This isn’t the house I grew up in. He downsized after Mum died. My brother said, ‘It’ll give him more drinking money.’ At the time I’d thought that was cruel. Then again, he’d been around all those years – I hadn’t even made it back for the funeral.
His house is a shit-hole. I’m angry at him. I don’t know why. Maybe because this is what he’s let himself become? Maybe because he’s an arrogant, racist old prick? Maybe because this isn’t my home.
‘You wanna beer?’
‘Bit early for me, Dad.’
‘Suit yourself.’
‘You have one, though. I’ll just have water. ’
‘I was going to. You wanna tea? Coffee?’
‘Tea’s fine.’ It’s safer; God knows what coffee he drinks.
He puts the kettle on. I know about watched kettles. I get up and walk into the living room. The curtains are drawn so I flick on the light switch. It’s all our old furniture, seventies stuff. The same photos sit on Mum’s piano; I wonder why he bothered keeping it when he moved. I walk to it and lift the lid. The green felt that protects the keys is there; I’d forgotten about it. I think if he calls me Princess again I’ll take a swing at him. I remove the felt, pull out the stool and take a seat.
As a kid I’d always mucked around on it. Mum played, not very often; less and less as my brother and I grew up. She probably wasn’t very good. She tried to teach me real music from time to time. I wasn’t real interested. I was happy making up my own tunes. When I was about twelve she arranged for me to have an official lesson with the only piano teacher in town. My mother was a proud lady; she was always well dressed, so the fact she was wearing her best dress that day was really nothing exceptional. The lesson was to be at eleven a.m.
In the car on the way over, she kept saying, ‘Now remember, Stephen: Mrs Manheim.’
‘Okay, Mum,’ I’d said, getting annoyed. She’d been saying it since she dragged me out of bed that morning.
We arrived early so we had to wait in the car. Mum redid her lipstick in the rear-view mirror.
I immediately took a strong dislike to Mrs Manheim.