Rhiwbina Living Issue 57
The 15 year anniversary issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
The 15 year anniversary issue of Rhiwbina Living, the award-winning magazine for Rhiwbina.
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won’t be much longer.’<br />
Her footsteps faded away and<br />
Charlie was left with the Wolf Moon<br />
and an unfinished sentence that<br />
was haunting him. Somewhere<br />
along the line, he’d lost his love<br />
for the stories he was creating.<br />
His publishers had promised his<br />
readers that each book would be<br />
bigger and better than the last -<br />
more epic battles, more nail-biting<br />
cliffhangers. More, more, more.<br />
And now here he was, writing about<br />
a man called Jonah that he didn’t<br />
even care for. It had all become so<br />
detached from the original story<br />
he wrote - a love story, essentially.<br />
Holding the backspace key down,<br />
he watched the letters disappear<br />
from the page.<br />
‘Sorry Jonah,’ he sighed. ‘I’m<br />
making a mockery of you.’<br />
Georgie’s faint cough from the<br />
floor below made him stop. He<br />
wished he could go down to be<br />
with her instead, but the publisher’s<br />
deadline sat heavy on his shoulders.<br />
What was it she’d said? A Wolf<br />
Moon? What was all that about?<br />
Clicking away from his third book<br />
and on to the internet icon, Charlie<br />
brought up the search bar and<br />
typed in ‘wolf moon.’ Thousands<br />
of results came back, telling him<br />
that the bright January moon<br />
was named after the wolves who<br />
howled at it in the depths of winter,<br />
on the search for food. The famine<br />
and the feast - he could tell them<br />
a thing or two about that, Charlie<br />
chuckled to himself. The name of<br />
the Wolf Moon had Celtic origins,<br />
said one website - derived from<br />
Native American tribes said another.<br />
What would it have been like to<br />
hear those howls in the dead of<br />
night? An icy cold January night, no<br />
less.<br />
He shivered to think of it.<br />
The first full moon of the year. How<br />
was it January already? He thought<br />
back to the text he’d received from<br />
his oldest friend, Jerry. ‘Happy New<br />
Year, mate. Have to try and get<br />
together soon - I’m forgetting what<br />
you look like.’<br />
He’d rolled his eyes when he got<br />
that one. It was the same story<br />
every year when he was trying to<br />
get a book finished. Nobody said<br />
anything when he was at every<br />
summer BBQ, but miss a few<br />
months in the winter to keep to your<br />
contract and suddenly, you were<br />
the devil incarnate for not being<br />
around.<br />
His father had been the same,<br />
missing out on time with friends<br />
and family. As a baker, he’d been<br />
the one person everyone had<br />
come to for their fresh loaf and<br />
some sweet treats. He’d go to bed<br />
early to rise before the sun and<br />
start baking all over again. They’d<br />
hardly see him over Christmas while<br />
he was out delivering goodies to<br />
people around the neighbourhood,<br />
but he’d always be back in time<br />
for Christmas dinner with all the<br />
trimmings. You have to do what<br />
you have to do to get by, Charlie<br />
told himself. Even if it meant staring<br />
unhappily at a screen for a few<br />
hours.<br />
The problem was that this book was<br />
just going deeper into a rabbit hole<br />
that he needed to escape from.<br />
He wasn’t writing to satisfy his own<br />
hopes and dreams anymore, he was<br />
writing for his publishers who made<br />
demands on him. And that wasn’t<br />
why he started creating stories<br />
in the first place. The characters<br />
had all become a little too<br />
predictable; they weren’t allowed<br />
to be contradictory as real people<br />
often are. They had become onedimensional<br />
caricatures instead,<br />
and while the story had taken them<br />
on adventures to far-flung corners<br />
of the world, it just wasn’t the same<br />
as the original.<br />
Charlie sighed and rubbed his tired<br />
eyes. He couldn’t go back and start<br />
again now…could he? Make this a<br />
book he was actually proud of? Do<br />
Jonah some justice?<br />
A bird flew past his window, jolting<br />
him out of his stupor. The moon<br />
was still there, watching him suffer<br />
with the consequences of his own<br />
actions.<br />
‘Oh shush,’ he said to it. ‘You don’t<br />
have to deal with problems like this.’<br />
He remembered gazing out the<br />
window of his dad’s van at a full<br />
moon when he joined him on his<br />
deliveries one year. Trays of bread<br />
slid from side to side in the back<br />
as they came to the end of their<br />
rounds.<br />
‘Sun will be up soon, boy,’ his father<br />
said. ‘Just a couple more to do and<br />
you’ll have to be off to school.’<br />
‘Moon’s still out,’ Charlie replied.<br />
‘Full moon too.’<br />
‘Oooh yes,’ his dad said. ‘What a<br />
beautiful sight.’<br />
They pulled up at Mrs Hardy’s<br />
house, light from the small kitchen<br />
pouring out onto the front garden.<br />
Opening the back of the van,<br />
Charlie pulled out a tray with a loaf<br />
of bread and some freshly baked<br />
scones on top.<br />
‘Come on then, lad. Don’t ring the<br />
bell, you’ll wake her baby.’<br />
His father’s hand on his back,<br />
Charlie was guided up the path and<br />
they both knocked gently on the<br />
door.<br />
‘Oh hello, you two,’ Mrs Hardy<br />
whispered. ‘Thank you so much -<br />
this smells delicious. Let me get<br />
your money.’<br />
‘You’re more than welcome,’<br />
Charlie’s father said quietly, as she<br />
tiptoed back into the hall.<br />
‘You two must be exhausted<br />
before the day even begins,’ she<br />
replied, placing the money into his<br />
father’s hand.<br />
‘Ah, well we love it, don’t we<br />
Charlie?’<br />
Charlie nodded enthusiastically<br />
back at his father.<br />
‘Do what you love and you’ll never<br />
work a day, eh?’ Mrs Hardy smiled.<br />
‘Exactly. You take care now, love.<br />
See you next week.’<br />
They walked back to the van, and<br />
Charlie felt his father’s hand ruffling<br />
his hair. What his dad had said was<br />
true. He did love it. They climbed<br />
back into the warmth of the van and<br />
Charlie’s dad whistled as they set off<br />
back home.<br />
Charlie smiled to himself as he<br />
recalled it now. One of those core<br />
moments that stuck with him for<br />
years. Looking back at his screen,<br />
his eyes scanned the plan for this<br />
chapter. What was he doing? None<br />
of it made sense. According to<br />
his agent, it was what the public<br />
expected after two books that had<br />
been real page-turners. It was The<br />
Grand Finale.<br />
But it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his<br />
characters. It had all turned into<br />
a bit of a pantomime, and it just<br />
wasn’t real anymore. No wonder it<br />
had been so painful to write.<br />
‘Forget it,’ he sighed. ‘I’m not doing<br />
it.’<br />
Opening a brand new document,<br />
he wrote ‘Chapter 1’ at the top, Mrs<br />
Hardy’s sage advice ringing in his<br />
ears. ‘Do what you love and you’ll<br />
never work a day.’<br />
Charlie picked up his whisky and<br />
held it up to the moon.<br />
‘Here’s to new beginnings,’ he said<br />
to it.<br />
And then he began to write…<br />
‘Jonah looked up at the icy Wolf<br />
moon…’<br />
By Allie Morgan<br />
short story<br />
You can find more of Allie's work at<br />
allie-morgan.com<br />
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