This weeks Weekly Challenge:
Tell us about a character in your life. It could be your best friend, your partner, your child, or even your third grade teacher. With as much detail as possible, make this person real for us. Tell us more than what they look like or how you met. Let us know what their laugh sounds like, or that oddball quirk that makes this person so unique.
(I’m not sure how well I’ve hit this one but I’ve edited it twice without, I think, really improving it so here it is.)
Chris was a true introvert, hiding not just personality but intelligence and knowledge in the quiet nature. To those that knew there were many gifts in the knowing; the strong friendship, almost love, given to me.
There was the pain we shared at being outsiders, both of us saddled with depression, we were both capable of manic silliness and strangeness that further set us apart from our teenage peers.
Chris was the strongest of the three of us in his way. To watch us you would have said Pete, but Pete was just an extrovert, broken deep inside. Chris was the strength and glue of our triumvirate.
The bright eyes, the long black hair, the waif like arms and legs so thin in the thinnest of faded jeans. Bursting with energy. Why do I remember smiling but not laughing?
We talked, how we talked, talking about nothing and everything. Teenagers. The most interesting debates to us were about trivialities. I thought I was a reader but Chris had read everything. Science Fiction, philosophy, maths, science, I loved that mind and the willingness to share.
Then there was the music, sure we all listened to Double Jay but Chris would listen constantly and haunt the indie record shops, coming back with singles from Klark Kent, The Dead Kennedys and even more obscure bands from overseas such as The Normal while we went all over town to see The Saints, Radio Birdman and Jimmy and The Boys.
We were young, it was the Seventies and despite appearances Chris was our leader.