Here's the 1st chapter of a new story called - Fulfil Potential.
Hint, like most of my books, it's not going to go, in the direction you think it will !
Fulfil Potential
By
Neville Raper
Godfrey was a
large man, “a large man with a larger heart” his mum always said, and she said
a lot of things. There was only one thing that Mum liked to do more than talk
was, to feed. Pies, puddings, stews, curries, cakes, she made the lot and, just
to be polite, Godfrey ate the lot. As a consequence, he was big and getting
bigger.
He was 49 and
lived with his widowed Mum in their small two up one down, he was sure if he
moved around upstairs more, it would probably fall over. Dad had died at least
ten years before of a massive heart attack caused by a landslide of cholesterol
and a tsunami of hypertension. Godfrey was sure that in Dad’s veins ran pure
custard. He was well aware that he was on the way to Dad’s demise himself, but,
couldn’t bring himself to upset his mum.
At 6 foot 6 he
towered over his 4 foot 7 Mum, his large beard once a fine roaring ginger was
more than tinged with grey, it now had the appearance of rusty candy floss.
Given his diet, he always had a rosy complexion. Looking at himself he surmised
that this was probably due to high blood pressure and that in any minute his
head would blow off in a fountain of haemoglobin.
Although
mostly happy with his lot, he knew he had done very little with his life. He
was bemoaning this one evening to his mum over a large plate of steaming
lasagne.
“I’m an
underachiever Mum” he moaned whilst shovelling the cheesy meaty melty mess,
“I’ve never met my expectations”.
“No you are
not!” scolded Mum “you have a good job down the docks, with lots of
responsibility and lots and lots of friends” She tutted. “Everybody loves you
and you never let anyone down, so pooey to your expectations, what more can
anyone ask for?”
Godfrey
spooned in another half a kilo of food, he knew his Mother didn't understand,
he’d not done anything with his life. He’d never married, never really had a
proper girlfriend. He’d had offers but, suffered from terrible shyness in front
of women, except his mum of course.
“Mark my words
Godfrey my boy one day you will amount to something, I know it deep down in my
waters”
Mum always
said “waters” when she wanted to force a point, he had no idea what it meant.
He suspected, in his mother’s case it might be cystitis.
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