Day 266

Writing exercise

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Honestly, I wish I had been born twenty years earlier

Never make wishes.  And definitely never make wishes after too much to drink, or when you are very angry.

Because in the unlikely event…

It was only the second time I had been in that house; the first time, I went away very disillusioned, and my life never really went anywhere.

I had no idea why I was asked back, because Susan was the last person I ever wanted to see again. After all, the last time I was here, I didn’t do what I’d planned to do, to ask her to marry me.

Instead, Gary did, which apparently was the reason for the party.  On his birthday, he was going to make an announcement.  He asked her and she accepted.  I got drunk, punched him, and got thrown out.

20 years ago.

Now he was the Mayor and on his way to the State Governor.  I was the town drunk, well on the road to purgatory.

I had gone straight to the bathroom after someone told me I looked like shit.  Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to agree with them.

Why had they asked me to come to their party?  Susan had barely spoken to me in 20 years, and Gary simply hated me.  I never knew why, because he got the girl of his dreams.

I threw water over my face and through my hair, using my fingers to brush it back off my face like I used to all those years ago.  It was unruly then; it was a mess now

There was a knock on the door, and a male voice said, “You done on there?”  Impatient.

“Yeah.”  A last look, I unlocked the door. 

Whoever was on the other side must have been pushing because as I was turning, the door opened and hit me in the side of the head.

And it was the last thing I remembered.

I woke, staring at the ceiling and to a familiar scent.  The perfume Susan wore.

“You’re back.”

Susan.

I rubbed my eyes and then looked at her, and jumped.  What the. .

She was twenty years younger, the girl at the first party.

“Where am I?”

“In my room,” she said, smiling.

“What happened?”

“Gary was trying to go to the restroom, and you were in there.  You unlocked the door as he was trying to open it, and it hit you in the head.”

I felt the spot, and it was tender.  And it had to be Gary.  I was sure it was deliberate.

But, put that thought away.  She was still 20 years younger.  I struggled to sit up, and she helped me.  Opposite was a mirror and I could see that I was 20 years younger too.

But I had my memories.  It was obvious she didn’t.

What the hell had just happened?

“Are you going to be OK?”

“I think so.  Just give me a few minutes.”

Gary put his head in the door and saw me.  “Sorry, man.  Don’t know my own strength.  You’ll live.  Babe, that thing…”

He tapped his watch.  Gary always had to be somewhere else. 

“Yeah, soon.  Gotta take care of problems before they become problems.”

“Don’t be too long.”  Then he was gone.

“He’s an ass.”

“He’s going places, Rich.  My parents like him.”

“He’s still an ass.”  I sighed.  20 years and I still couldn’t talk to Susan.  “You can do better?”

“In this town? 

I shrugged.  “You’re right, of course.  Aside from the football team and the basketball team, who’s left?  That bunch of misfits on the dopey table.”

The targets for the jocks, as they were known.  Gary, quarterback and captain of the star football team, often delighted in our humiliation.

All the girls swooned over them.

In response to her look of disdain, I added, “Including me.  Just why am I here?”

All those years ago, I had wondered why there had been an invitation sent.  It was for me alone, not a plus one, and I thought it was just another humiliation.  I was the only one from the misfits who got an invitation.

Did Gary send it?  After all, it was his moment; he knew I had a thing for Susan, something he had ragged on me over, especially after he and she became an item.

“Why did you come?  You know Gary is going to ask me to marry him.”

“You don’t have to say yes.”

“Why would I do that?  I want to get out of this place.  Don’t we all?”

I sat there with a dumb expression on my face and her looking at me.  A thousand thoughts went through my head, stopping at one.  Why would she ever want to be with someone like me?

It was 20 years ago all over again.  And then I realised the irony in that.

“That’s why I thought…” That idea of rejection, even of her laughing outright in my face.  I don’t think I could handle it a second time.

“You thought…”

Damn it.  Just say it.  “I love you, Susan.  Always have.  I have often tried to summon the courage to tell you, but I get it.  I’m not one of the cool boys, and…”

She smiled and then shook her head.  “You might have told me this a while back, Rich.  I think you might want to leave now.  I’m glad you told me.  Just remember that you don’t have to be cool, just yourself.”  She took my hand and squeezed it, gave a last, rather curious look, then left.

I took a moment looking at my 20 years younger self in the mirror, shrugged, then turned to leave.

I nearly fainted when I saw Gary filling the doorway.  No exit that way.  There was no mistaking his intention, and just as I tried to duck, I was too late.

When I woke, I was lying on Susan’s bed.

Again.

A slow look around showed the room was different, but the mirror was still there and I was back to my old self, only I didn’t look like shit.

Well, that was a matter of opinion.  Gary, or someone, had made a mess of my face.

Just what in hell was happening to me?

“You’re awake.”

It was that familiar face, 20 years older, but to me, it would never age.  Just seeing her made me feel better.

“What happened?”

“Gary.  Not a happy camper.”

“What did I do this time?”

She looked at me strangely.  “Are you sure you’re ok.  He seemed to hit you rather hard.”

“Not much good at ducking.  I guess I should leave.”

“Why would you want to do that?”  Her expression was more worried now.  “You’ve been acting strangely for a week now.  What aren’t you telling me?”

How could I tell her what just happened?  Travelling through time.  Then I remembered she had once said I could tell her anything.

An odd thought made me look at her hand, and as soon as I saw it and the ring on it, the ring that I intended to give her after I asked her to marry me and she accepted, I knew my whole life had been changed, and I couldn’t remember anything of it.

“I’m losing my memory.  I think I’ve just gone back 20 years, to the day Gary was going to ask you to marry him, and back here now when I was the town drunk and…”

She put her hand over my mouth and said, “Shhh”

Then she leaned over and kissed my forehead.  “We knew this was possible.  Doc Ferguson has moved the surgery forward to Monday.  They’ll get the tutor in your head, and we’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“You’ve been having minor blackouts, but Gary assaulting you has tipped the scales.  He’s going to jail this time, I’ll make sure of it.  You just rest.  Andie will get you anything you need.  Rest.”

She was replaced by a younger version, the way Susan looked 20 years ago.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Truth be told, I didn’t.  “You are the spitting image of your mother 20 years ago.”

She smiled.  “Not that far down the rabbit hole then?”

Apparently not.  It was as if everything came back in a rush, almost overwhelming.  “I’m going to be a grandfather?”

“Mum told you.  She’s not fond of the idea of being a grandmother.  Say it will make her feel old.”

“That girl will never get old.  Not in my eyes.  Now if anything goes wrong on Monday…”

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©  Charles Heath  2025