Jon. John. Johnny.

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The first draft of anything is shit. ~ Ernest Hemingway

Daddy is a man. And a proud one at that. A ciggie dangling from his lips he sits on a maroon couch, manly and proudly. I do not know if he is man for he is proud or proud for he is man. It is very ‘chicken or egg’ for me.

Daddy is a man. And a simple one at that. Mornings; three eggs, 3 slices of white bread –always white, never brown. And toasted of course, daddy would not have it any other way. Two poured-to-brim glasses of milk (straight from the udder of our finest cows’) and, some days, a peanut for memory.

Daddy is a man. And a manly one at that. Afternoons; wood harvesting with Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben is not as man as our manly, proudly daddy. There is not much else to afternoons, I’m afraid. Daddy is a simple man.

Daddy is a man. Daddy is a man. Daddy is a man. Nights; our manly, proudly daddy sleeps.

I am Johnny boy and I am pleased to have made your acquaintance. I am not Johnny, Jon, Jhon. And I am not Jonny, Jhonny, John. I am Johnny boy and I am pleased to have made your acquaintance.

I am eight years and three point five months.

I am Johnny boy and I am 12 years old.

Not much has changed. Uncle Ben is now dead. Yes, he suffered. We are not supposed to talk much about Uncle Ben, but that he died a good man. We no longer have any of our finest cows. Yes, we too have suffered. We, now, have simply: cows. Daddy is no longer. There is only father. And some days, a father dearest.

And I am to court Randy from next door.

I will tell father about Randy soon. Today, maybe!

Father dearest is perched on his maroon chair. He is old, hollow eyed and beer bodied. There is no ciggie. Just a sad man melting into an ugly couch. But he is still man and he is still proud. I do not know if he is man for he is proud or proud for he is man. It is very ‘chicken or egg’ for me.

“Johnny boys” he says and I do not correct him. You do not correct father.

“Father”

“Speak child”

And I speak. “Father I do not wish to court Randy.”

“Randy is Uncle Ben’s daughter, Johnny boy.”

“Yes father.”

“Randy is Uncle Ben’s daughter, Johnny boy.”

“Yes father.”

“And, pray, who it may be you wish to court?”

And I show. And father sees. “…”

“Child.”

“Father.”

And I notice how tired he is in his sad eye bags, matted hair and in the unwashed plates balanced on the beer belly. “…”

“…”

“Johnny boy. We are going fishing tomorrow.”

“Father.”

Father dearest is clenching the armrest. For today, this must be enough. Tomorrow is another day, and as it shall ever be.

It is late. Does father need his milk heated? No, he does not.

It is late, father says, I should get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day, he says, and as it shall ever be.

WRITER: TUBA SHAMIM, 18

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15 thoughts on “Jon. John. Johnny.

  1. Very nostalgic kinda trip, the repetitiveness works so well as life is like that mostly.
    And the father i could picture so clearly.
    You catured the element of time passing really well and made it look effortless with no need for major illuatrations.
    Another great story and all in your unique style that makes it all the better.

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    1. This actually happens to be one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. I’ve been trying to really let go of descriptions because I literally get lost in them. It’s such an ordeal haha. Thank-you for letting me know of the things that stood out to you. I plan out every little thing so it means an awful lot! Thankyouu for your kind words, they’re so very much appreciated!!

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  2. Ooh I really enjoyed this! As the last commenter mentioned, the repetitiveness makes it a more believeable story 🙂 Great job xx

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    1. D’aww you’re too kind! This means the world to me, I love your work so yeah this is so cool hahah. I appreciate your feedback, thanks ❤ xx

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      1. Aww no worries! I think it was great ❤ You're welcome! 🙂

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  3. It’s so good, I don’t know what else to say. I drive a baby blue VW Bug, There, I said that.

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    1. OMYGOD, ARE YOU SERIOUS! That’s the coolest car ever!! I’m a sucker for Volkswagen (anything oldschool, i mean).

      PS thankyou!

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      1. Yeah, my little bug is pretty awesome. I call her Blucy.

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      2. That’s literally the coolest thing ever!!

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  4. I love how you didn’t delve too deep into descriptions (I have a habit of doing that when I’m writing stories). Because it makes there feel like there’s something underneath, something important that the reader isn’t quite ready to discern yet. I love when passages make the reader have to think. Also, the repetition was an epic touch. Awesome post!

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    1. Thanks for the feedback! it’s really appreciated ❤ I totally get that, actually! I used to be big on descriptions too. What helps, if you're trying to detach from that manner of writing, is reading 100 word short stories.

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  5. I have nominated you for the get to know me tag. I would be honored if you would participate…
    https://stubaby777.wordpress.com/2018/06/23/get-to-know-me-tag

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    1. I’d love to!! Thankyou so much ❤

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