Hey, Duggie!
Changeable sort of day here in the west of Ireland. Periods of sun, with showers in between. Mid-teens (Celsius/Centigrade) - feeling warmer when the sun is shining.
Hey, Gary!
Unfortunately, I didn't. I just couldn't find a way of bringing it to a satisfactory conclusion in the allowed word limit. Not to worry; it may eventually become a multi chapter story, instead.
Greetings, young Albert!
Enjoying the story, and the characters.
Just one thing about the following:-
In the UK (including England) whilst it is LEGAL for someone aged 18 or over to buy a child aged 16 or 17 beer, wine or cider if they are eating a table meal together in licensed premises, it is illegal to serve alcohol to anyone under the age of 18 in a licensed premises; or for that person to attempt to buy alcohol, either in a pub or in a shop.
Well, it's now almost 2 in the morning, and I really should get some shut eye. I'm around two thousand words in, and not really sure how many thousand more I need to write before I can bring it to a satisfactory ending. The cut-off date is very close, so I can't afford to waste too much time. Fingers crossed...
Good night, gang!
Thanks, Geron.
This piece was intended to be a prologue to a novel I was intending to write. There's another small fragment of the same novel already here on GA but, if I ever do get round to finishing the novel, I doubt that either of these two pieces will feature in it.
I'm not sure whether it will be any good, or even get finished on time.
But it's time I actually wrote something new, rather than just uploading stuff I wrote years ago - like this piece from 1998 that I put up yesterday (it was actually my first ever attempt at gay-themed writing)....
https://gayauthors.org/story/marty/martys-shorts-and-flashes/4
Jamie couldn't help wondering if he wasn't just the happiest sixteen-year-old in the world tonight.
He also wondered if he really deserved to feel so happy.
And he couldn't help further wondering if he should even dare to hope that this feeling could last.
He felt no desire to go to sleep just yet. So much had happened in the past few hours that he wanted to stay awake for a while longer. He just needed to lie back and think about all the wonderful things that had taken place.
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Thanks for the comment, @Talo Segura.
As to who the person being resuscitated was, I don't think it really matters. It could have been the victim of an attempted robbery. It could have been a victim of domestic violence. It could even have been someone shot by the police as he was committing some crime of his own. None of that mattered to the doctor trying to resuscitate him. All he saw was a fellow human being that needed his intervention to try to stop him from dying. Something to do with the Hippocratic Oath he had taken, maybe?