It’s Never Too Late

Memories buried long ago surfaced as I entered the nightclub with Lucas and Elizabeth. I glanced around the large room, recalling my eighteenth birthday. It was my first visit to a nightclub. As we approached the bar, a gorgeous man met and held my gaze. Christine, a close friend from our school days, asked if I believed in love at first sight.

She laughed when I quietly said, “I do now.”

I was startled when Jon whispered in my ear, “Dance with me.”

His voice was wonderful; deep and melodious. Unwilling to go our separate ways, we spent our first night together. When I arrived home the following morning, an array of boxes ― abandoned haphazardly ― lay beside my battered Jimny. Tears ran down my cheeks as I read the note, “A whore,” I whispered sadly, glancing briefly at my parents framed in the bedroom window. That was the last time I saw them. Not a great loss as we weren’t close: they were lousy parents: insular, selfish and judgemental.

I inherited grandma’s home on the outskirts of York on my eighteenth birthday. It was cold as I lugged the large boxes and cases into the hall. A rare treat, I thought, making my way to Betty’s tea rooms after lighting the fire. The discovery that I was pregnant on my first day at York University was a shock. Twins even worse. Thankfully, due to my grandparents, I was financially secure.

My daughter Elizabeth is the image of Jon while Lucas resembles my father, thankfully not in temperament. On the day that my son and daughter left home they asked for their father’s name. I was certain their search wouldn’t be successful. As time passed, and they didn’t mention him, I relaxed. Finally, I received the dreaded phone call.

It is my fortieth birthday today. I was looking forward to spending time with my son and daughter until they mentioned Jon. I recognised him immediately. The attraction hadn’t faded with the passing of the years. Our children are in their early twenties and in my eyes, at least, I am an old woman. Life hasn’t been kind, or so I thought.

“Hello, Jackie.”

Elizabeth and Lucas disappeared leaving me alone with a man I hadn’t seen for twenty-two years. Without a word being spoken Jon answered the question that was uppermost in my mind.

“I tried to find you, but your mother claimed you left home without leaving a forwarding address. Elizabeth mentioned that you hadn’t married, and never dated. I moved to London in search of a new life but didn’t marry. Jackie, you haven’t changed; you are still as beautiful as the day we met.”

“Too many years have passed, Jon, this meeting was a mistake.”

The gasp alerted me to my daughter’s return, and her fury. “Mum, how could you lie to the only man you have ever loved. I recall hearing your sobs when you retired for the night. Lucas decided before we left for university to find our father, but it was difficult. Two months ago, we found his Facebook page and introduced ourselves.”

“Elizabeth, life hasn’t been kind…”

My daughter wasn’t listening.

Jon was amused when I blushed; the expression in his wonderful dark blue eyes revealed his feelings hadn’t changed. His amusement was palpable as he glanced at my trim frame. I swam, jogged and danced to keep fit.

“Although we spent just one night together, I was certain you wanted it all: marriage, a career and children. Jackie, it’s never too late.”

Published by llamamemeg

I love creating stories; in many ways since I returned to the UK in 2015, it has taken over my life. Until recently, I ran a blog covering my journey through research through writing/editing/publishing my first novel but I discovered that one my somewhat unusual short stories had been "plagarised", I deleted all the content and closed the blog. Something I now regret but regrets are pointless. I recently changed the Eldern Journals from three full length novels to six shorter novels. The books have been extensively revised and I have compiled a book of short stories, title: How Bizarre. Hopefully, when I manage to sus out how to publish my books on KDP, the books should be published before the end of 2022. Getting back into writing articles on my website may take a little longer as it has been so long since I last visited the site. TTFN, for now.

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