This is an activity from the A215 Creative Writing Course that I’m doing with the OU. In a third-person omniscient point of view I have written about a conflict between an elderly man and his estranged son (8.5 part 2).
As Jim reveled in the fragrant aroma of freshly brewed filter coffee he cast his eye over the stocky, middle aged man with grey hair and dapper attire: his navy blue pinstriped suit, plain lilac shirt and shiny black brogues gave him quite the appearance of a professional man who knew about the ways of the modern world. It had been two decades since any semblance of communication had taken place between them and much had changed in that timeline: the internet, cellular phone technology and the USA’s first black president were just a trio of examples that slowly crept across the synapses of Jim’s aging brain.
His diminishing memory struggled to recall what had caused the initial breakdown of their once great relationship: it had to have been something very severe; after all, it isn’t everyday that the communication lines between father and son break down, to the point of becoming total strangers.
‘Hello son, it’s good to see you. How are you Kevin?’ he said as tears welled up in his eyes.
‘Hello dad, I’m not too shabby, if I’m honest. Would you care for an espresso? The pungent scent of percolated coffee is making me drool like a Labrador,’ he chuckled, in a desperate attempt to overcome his nervousness.
‘That would be great; but make mine a Cappuccino with one sugar, please.’
As Kevin strolled over to the Italian looking barista, Jim watched his every movement like a football coach studies his players; even noticing the rhythmic sound of the black brogues as they collided with the marble effect stone floor. It’s strange how looks pass on from generation to generation; he looks like I did a couple of decades ago, he tittered. Kevin, meanwhile, was wondering what to say next.