Well I wouldn’t call it a big party; just a dozen friends or so invited around for a few drinks. Helmut was invited. It was his birthday. He kind of knew the party was to celebrate his twenty-first birthday but no one was saying much.
Maree was at the party too. Helmut thought she was pretty sweet, and perhaps something might come of it. She was very friendly towards him at the party and Helmut wondered if he should invite her out on a date. In fact, Helmut knew most of the people at the party, or at least had a passing acquaintance with them. Roger wasn’t his favourite person there. He was always raucous and belligerent. At least Helmut thought so.
Over in the corner of the room, Helmut spotted a huge bouquet of flowers. In fact they were mainly sunflowers. Helmut liked sunflowers. Clearly they were intended for him when they made a speech and they handed over some little gift for his birthday.
The evening wore on. Then Roger tapped an empty beer bottle with a spoon. It was like a clarion call for everyone to shut-up. A speech was to be made.
“Thanks everyone for coming,” said Roger. “I hear that it is Helmut’s twenty-first birthday. Congratulations, Helmut. Maree and I just want to take this occasion to announce our engagement.”
Everyone applauded. Camilla, who clearly was already in the know, gathered the bunch of sunflowers and presented them to Maree.
Everyone went all goo-gar over the engaged couple. No one sang happy birthday.
This is very good. Terrible for Helmut, but a delight for the reader. Anyhow, I guess he’ll throw his twenty-second rather than waiting for someone to surprise him. I reckon Roger and Maree won’t be invited.
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Thanks ‘tin! Yes – the story is just a little capturing (or trying to) of everyday little hurts and trifles! I’m not too much myself at the moment – with this and that – so am not currently very reliable at commenting on other’s blogs. It doesn’t mean I’m not reading them. I’ve got 17 more stories to write (that takes me to Story 2020) and then I think I’ll have a break!
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Poor Helmut. I can relate to his experience. Life happens.
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Yes, thanks, Herb. As I said to Justin in the comments: the story is just a little capturing (or trying to) of everyday little hurts and trifles!
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Well, at least Roger thought to mention Helmut’s birthday. Maybe he’s not all bad.
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Oh yes he is.
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You have this rather shocking habit, Sarah, of being positive and looking on the bright side!
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I have a very sunny disposition. Also, Helmut is the wimp who never took a shot with the girl. I don’t believe his assessment of Roger is accurate.
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If they make another appearance in one of these stories I just might kill them off.
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I’d be surprised if you didn’t.
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Do!
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LOL!!
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This group has excellent taste. “Happy Birthday” is one of the most over performed songs in existence.
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But the words of the song are exquisite – therein lies the true genius of whoever-it-is – and the song generates around 240 million a year!
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I am not one to pick an argument with the almighty dollar.
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What a goo-gar of a story! You see, I am risking so much here, without even knowing the right connotation of the composite.
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“The connotation of the composite” sounds like the opening line of a poem (his style) by Ogden Nash!
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Poor Helmut, no wonder he becomes a serial killer in story 1979…
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Ha ha! Story 1979 is already written and is called “The Passing of a Spouse” – so your prediction might be true!
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