FIRST PERSON SHORT STORY
Wandering
BY DAVID HOBSON
David Hobson now resides in BC, Canada, but he grew up in Lancashire. He is a life-long, avid reader and has always had an interest in writing. Once he retired he decided to get more serious in the task and has self-published a non-fiction and a children’s fiction book. However it was only after completing a WM Short Story Course that he decided to experiment with different genres. He is delighted and amazed with this first contest win.
I wandered lonely as a cloud o’er vales and hills and the odd stream and a couple of stiles plus through a five-barred gate and not to mention, stubbing me toe on a stone which I thought were loose when I kicked it, but it wasn’t. Anyway, I don’t know what that bloke was on about ‘cos I aint seen no bloomin’ daffodils. Maybe it’s because it’s June and they’ve all died off or sommat. I dunno.
Whatever. I don’t suppose it matters about seeing daffodils. I’m just enjoying the walk. Well, when I say enjoying, what I actually mean is that, I’m not disliking it. To be honest, I’m not really taking in all the beautiful countryside or appreciating the scenery as I normally do. I’m just wandering.
Walking anywhere to get me mind off her and out o’ me life.
Two hours ago we’d been having lunch in that lovely hotel restaurant down by the lake, when she suddenly says that she doesn’t want to keep seeing me. Well, I were that surprised I nearly spilled me tea. I thought she were gonna come out with one of them ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ speeches, but she didn’t. She said it were me. Told me I was too boring for her. Said she wanted a bloke with a bit more excitement.