Apparently in some parts of the world, the clocks go back tonight (here in the UK, we have 3 more weeks to go) so it seemed appropriate to snippet from my tongue-in-chee time-travel short story, Back From the Future.
Our narrator Marty is house-sitting for his friend Bill, who has (perhaps unfortunately) warned him about the upstairs neighbour:
It wasn’t until the third day that I had an encounter with Bill’s neighbor upon the stairs. I was going up; so was he, but more slowly, being weighed down with a carrier bag that clinked loudly and enticingly.
Although the clothes, I was saddened to see, were somewhat tragic—he looked as though he’d been dressed by a mother with a penchant for particularly dimly lit Oxfam shops—he was, I would have to admit, not bad looking. Attractive, even, in a sort of fragile, androgynous, slightly tipsy way, if you like that sort of thing. Which obviously, not everyone does. It’s a matter of personal taste. I’ve even met people who claim not to like chocolate. Or martinis, or tiramisu, which is just criminal.
“You’re the weirdo?” I blurted, then clapped both hands to my mouth to stop any more little faux pas exploding out like farts in a parfumier’s.
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Back From the Future (short story)
Ever since his one-night stand with big, butch, bisexual Bill, Marty’s been in the hopeless grip of a passionate, yet seemingly unrequited love. House-sitting for the object of his affection, all he can do is cry on the scaly shoulders of Bill’s exotic fish—until he meets the tipsy time-traveller who lives upstairs.
Arthur Prefect (not his real name) is a refugee from a dystopian time, and he’s pining too, for the man he left back in the future. Over the course of a drunken evening, Marty dreams up a plan to reconnect the lonely young man with his lost love—but he’ll need to do more than dream to fix up his own future with Bill.
Hahaha…I don’t mind when someone doesn’t like chocolate, though—more for me! ❤️
Well, that’s one way to strike up a conversation.
Aww, the poor neighbor! Your description made me feel rather protective of him. (wry grin)
Oh no! Probably not the best way to meet someone!