This is an activity from the A215 Creative Writing Course that I’m doing with the OU. In a third-person objective point of view I have written about a conflict between an elderly man and his estranged son (8.5 part 3).
Jim’s nostrils were twitching and his head was raised as he inhaled air up through his nose, presumably in order to savour the aromatic essence of fresh coffee that was ubiquitous in Fred’s Coffee Emporium. As he did so, he simultaneously eyed-up the heavyset, grey-haired man who was the wrong side of forty, but whose navy blue pinstriped suit, plain lilac shirt and shiny black brogues made him look very dapper indeed.
‘He cast quite the look of the professional man about town,’ Jim soliloquized under his breath.
It had been twenty years since words last passed between them. The modern world, with the Internet, cellular technology and the USA’s first black president is a different place to the one that Jim knew the last time they spoke. He was apprehensive about meeting up after so long a period of time, especially seeing as he was unable to remember exactly why they had fallen out, in the first instance.
‘Why did we fall out? It must have been over something serious. Oh, why is my memory so bad?’ he whispered, as his eyes rolled in his head.
‘Hello Kevin, it’s been too long since we last spoke. How are things with you?’ he said, as his hands fidgeted with some lose change in in his pockets.
‘Hello dad, I’m okay. Hope you are well. I love the smell of fresh filter coffee in the afternoon. Would you like a cup?’ he stuttered as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
‘That would be great; but make mine a Latte with two sugars, please.’
Kevin, with his arms flaying wildly at his sides, hurried over to the short olive-skinned barista. As he walked his shoes made a rhythmic tapping noise on the marble effect, but spotlessly clean floor. Jim watched his every move closely. He watched toeing the bottom of the counter with his right shoe.
‘He is going to scuff those shoes. I was just like that at his age. Come to think of it, he even looks like I did, back then,’ he chuckled, as a wide smile appeared across his face.