Dentist and a Boy

Paul Kelly

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WILLIAM BRIGHT was bright by name, but many thought he wasn't toobright by nature until William proved them all to be wrong. He was alittle slower than most of the other pupils at his school because itwas later learned that he was dyslexic and he had a bad stutter. Hewasn't very popular with the girls either, although he was consideredto be rather handsome ...He was also tall and he was dark, so what wasmissing you might ask. . . and probably the answer was that William wasvery shy and found it very difficult to converse and mix with youngpeople of his own age. William adored his father, but the father diedat an early age when William was only six and he wore his father'swedding ring around his neck until he was old enough to wear it on thefourth finger of the left hand, swearing he would never remove the ringuntil he found someone that he could love as he had loved his dad.William's mother wasn't interested in the boy and considered him to betoo stupid to do anything more than the job he got when he left schoolat the age of fifteen. She had interests of her own which would not benormally classed as motherly and she states that William started tostutter when his father died and believes it was a great shock to himwhich brought this about.

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• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 06 janvier 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781849899727
• Langue: English

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THE DENTIST & A BOY

A Love story




By
Paul Kelly




Publisher Information

The Dentist & A Boy
Published in 2011 by
Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

Copyright © Paul Kelly

The right of Paul Kelly to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Chapter One

The suburbs of London, - 2001. A police station.

WILLIAM BRIGHT sat with his head in his hands waiting whatever judgment was to befall him when one or more of the Station officers came through the heavy door at the other end of the cell. He had just had his twenty-first birthday, but it hadn’t been the joyful one that most people expect at that time and he felt such a fool ... The last two days had been spent in custody in that prison cell and he knew he had been stupid in what he had done, but he also knew he would do it again if need be.
His life had changed so dramatically in the last few years, when he remembered what it was like at St. Michael‘s School, where he was so inconspicuous a scholar and where day followed day and life went on without incident ... without anything of interest for that matter. He didn’t have a girlfriend, or even a close male friend, that he could call his best mate. He felt isolated and he couldn’t understand why. It was not as if he had two heads or anything like that ...was it? Then that fateful day when he was standing getting soaked in the rain on his way back to London from Southend and that motor cyclist had given him a lift when all the large vehicles; vans and cars just sped past leaving him with only the heavy spray from the rain ... but he never suspected the motor cyclist would be a middle aged woman with short blonde hair cut like a boy, nor that she would invite him up to her flat in Muswell Hill for a hot drink before he went home on the underground. He never knew it was a woman motorcycle driver until she appeared from her bathroom into the lounge where William was sitting, with only a bath towel wrapped around her. He remembered thinking at that time, that he should move away and make an excuse to leave the flat, but she invited him to dry off and put his wet jacket over the radiator. Together with that, she had thrown a bath towel at him and suggested he could dry the rest of his clothes off before he left. William Bright knew in that moment that his life had changed ... and changed forever as he visited Maya Broomfield’s flat nearly every evening after that first meeting and eventually moved in as her lover.
Maya Broomfield was the biggest surprise and love of his life. He loved her from the start of his first meeting with her. He hadn’t just fallen head over heels in love with the woman; he adored her ... and would have done anything for her to prove his love and this is where he went wrong. One dark, wet evening he went to her flat to tell her of his undying love, after they had fallen out over some trivial matter, or so it seemed to William and he hadn’t been to see Maya for a few weeks, but when he arrived there he found Maya in the arms of another man ... or rather the other man with his arms around Maya and his strong sturdy hands clasping her throat. It was in that moment of fear and anger that William Bright’s life had changed again and this time it was NOT for the best.




Chapter Two

REGGIE GARDNER crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.
“Smoke?” he asked offering his packet to the buxom woman who sat beside him, but she waved her hand in the air and snorted. “Bad habit,” he admitted, “but I’ve been too long with it now. Don’t think it’s worth stopping when you get to my age and I’ll be nearly twenty-thee next birthday,” he joked, but as Bertha Bright, his companion shook her head. Reggie knew that his joke was lost on her.
“Oh! I’ve got the habit too,” she said slowly, “ especially when I ‘ave to wait here so long in this flaming police station and without any news that I can talk about, but I’ve just finished one and I’m getting a little nervous. Perhaps I’ll have another a little later, but thanks anyway.”
Gardner blew a smoke ring in the air and studied the woman’s face as he started to question her. He had been a police officer for more than thirty years but his approach was always novel and he considered himself to be quite an actor when it came to his work in the Force; his tactics had been noticed by all his fellow workers with admiration ... and Reggie knew it. There were few, if any who could tell Reginald Gardner what to do…

“The lad?” he asked as he screwed his eyes up with the smoke that started to smart and nodded towards the cell where William was sitting so miserably alone. “Is he your only child?”
“Yes,” she replied, “I had a little girl, but she died when she was only a few months old. William is my only child now. He is nearly twenty-one ... No, I tell a lie. He is twenty-one now and should be twenty-two in August.
“Smart looking boy is William and big for his age, I would say. Well, I shouldn’t say big really, but rather tall for his age. He’s well proportioned, if you know what I mean. Is your husband alive? I seem to remember in my notes that you are a widow ... Is that correct?”
“Yes, my Charlie died when William was six. I don’t think my son would remember much about his dad, although perhaps I shouldn’t be saying that as William was very fond of his dad for all his tender years. Well, yes, I’m sure he was, after all, he wears his dad’s ring now, you know. Expensive thing it was too ... Silly boy to do that, don’t you think? That ring should be mine. I was married to Charlie, not William and all I got was his watch. Charlie must have been confused when he wrote out that Will and that’s all I can say. He was never what you might call an ’hintellectual,’ said Bertha Bright, feeling sure that an ‘H’ should have been at the beginning of the description of her husband‘s lifestyle.. ‘He was a good man, was my Charlie, Mind you, it was a good watch he left me. It was real gold too ... I got quite a few pounds for it. Silly boy is my William. That’s what I think. I should have had that ring as well,” she went on. “My William will never use it, will he?… The gormless bugger. Who the ‘ell would want to marry ‘im … I ask you
Bertha Bright sniffed complacently when she concluded her sentence as if the entire future of her beloved son was in front of her, but Reggie Gardner ignored her question as he asked William’s mother one of his own… presuming that he knew more than she did about her son’s destiny and ignoring her smug conclusions of what her silly son might do.
“I would have thought you would have kept your husband’s watch, Mrs. Bright, especially as you were so much attached to your husband when he was alive,” he said, but not with a great deal of sincerity in his voice. “And as for William ... well he might get married one day and that would be nice for him if he could use his own father’s wedding ring, wouldn’t it?”
Mrs. Bright stared at the police officer in surprise when he said that.
“My William getting married …don’t make me laugh ... He wouldn’t know what to do with . . .” Bertha Bright stopped talking suddenly and shoved her palm across her lips as she smiled. “Well, you can’t take it with you, can you …“she replied hoping to amend for her verbal indiscretion in her description of what she thought her son was, or wasn’t capable of doing … “and besides, I had that boy to keep, didn’t I? He needed clothes and things as well as food and other things besides. Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know”
Gardner closed his eyes in tolerance of Mrs. Bright’s ‘affectionate’ nature, before he continued his questions.
“Why do you think you would laugh if William decided to get married, Mrs. Bright? Does he have a girlfriend? William, I mean?”
“Who… MY William? …You must be joking. Well, he didn’t have no one and couldn’t tell a boy from a girl, if you ask me... well that is till he met this floozy that’s causing all the trouble. He wouldn’t say boo to a goose, would my William ... Doesn’t have much upstairs actually. I shouldn’t say that about my own son, but there’s no use telling you he’s some sort of a genius when he certainly is not that ... and he stutters a bit when he’s excited ... did you know that?” she went on but, before Gardner could answer, Mrs. Bright continued in haste ... “Never was much good at school and the only jobs he could get when he left school at fourteen was cleaning or stacking shelves at the Supermarket.. Wanted to go to university or some higher school or other, he did. Always had high ideas about himself, I say and that used to make me laugh . . . I would laugh my bleedin’ sides sore sometimes at the things he wanted to do and he used to scribble some sort of lines and signs on a scrap of paper. Called it music, he did, but I thought it was just gibberish. Didn’t make no sense to me at all. So he kept jabbering on about universities and things like that when he came home from the supermarket, but that was just nonsense. All balderdash is what I would tell him. He wasn’t a one for further studies and anyway, he couldn’t have done much if he was up to tricks with thi