We’ll Have A Proper Reunion Soon
Hi again dear readers. This is another story of mine, which I wrote for my English Language assignment. The question was “Write a short story titled The Reunion”. As you can see, I’ve changed the title for this blogpost, but the story’s the same. Enjoy 
Alexander Dimeo pushed open the towering cemetery gates. They greeted him with a long forgotten creaking sound. Somebody needed to grease the hinges, he thought. He walked straight onto the well lit paved path. The place was empty. Nobody visited the dead at 2am. He opened the Vodka bottle in his hand and drank a mouthful. He threw the cap away and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He reached the center of the cemetery and turned left onto the grassy burial ground. A little ahead, he could see five people sitting on gravestones. A little girl, a grown woman, a grown man, and an elderly man. His family. They all seemed to be talking to each other. As they saw him approach, they stopped, turned and smiled.
“My handsome son, so glad to see you”, said the grown woman. Angela Dimeo had not aged one bit, even after the twenty seven years that she had been dead. She came forward and kissed Alex on the cheek. She took him by hand and led him to the others.
“You’re strangely silent today”, she said.
“Sorry Ma, lost in thoughts. Hello Pa, grandpa and Mel”, Alex said, as he reached their graves. Michael Dimeo, his father, came forward and hugged him.
“That’s a fine suit, Alex”, said Michael.
“Thanks Pa”.
Alex turned to his grandfather, Carmine Dimeo. Carmine gave an ever-warm smile as he hugged Alex.
“Good to see ya Sonny”, he said.
“You too, grandpa”.
Alex turned to the little girl, Mel, his sister. Carmela Dimeo jumped and grabbed onto Alex’s neck.
“Have you got me anything?”, asked the seven year old in a white frock.
“Not today. I’ve been busy, kiddo. I’ll make it up to you real soon, I promise, okay?”, said Alex. Mel gave a childish frown as she let go of his neck.
They all looked the same. Maybe people do not age in afterlife, Alex thought.
“Guys, can I steal grandpa for a few minutes? I need to talk to him”.
“Ah, Starky and Hutch have another plan to hatch, I wonder what they’ll think of next”, said Michael with a chuckle.
Carmine put his arm around Alex and they both walked to another part of the cemetery.
“You’re drinking straight from the bottle”, said the old man in a matter-of-the-fact way. He seemed fit, just as he was twenty seven years ago.
“Yes grandpa….”, said Alex. They both walked in silence.
“Have you heard what happened, grandpa?”, Alex asked.
“Yes. Is that why you’re drinking?”
“If not in times like these, when can getting drunk be justified?”
“It solves nothing, Sonny. But you have your father’s courage, you’ll survive this”.
“I don’t, grandpa. Everyone things I’m like Pa, but I’m not. What happened just proves it”.
“Not completely, but you do remind me of your father”.
“Grandpa, remember twenty seven years ago, when I stole the keys of Pa’s Cadillac and crashed his car?”
“Yeah, and he didn’t allow you to go with us to that fishing trip in Vancouver”.
“Mel was enjoying the whole spectacle, wasn’t she?”
“She was a kid, Sonny”.
“That day, before you all left, you gave me your pocket watch as a sort of consolation and told me to keep it safe…. After I heard that your plane had crashed, I took the watch and threw it into the sea from Golden Gate Bridge. I was upset that you’d left me. Ma and Pa were always busy.. and Mel never did get close to me. You were the one I was closest to. I was hurt… I know I shouldn’t have thrown it away, I’m really sorry grandpa”, said Alex, his voice breaking.
“And do you remember that I used to do real good magic?”, said Carmine, as he put his hand inside Alex’s breast pocket and pulled out a pocket watch.
“Isn’t this the one?”
“How?!”
“It doesn’t matter. Here. But this time, keep it safe”, said Carmine, as he gave it to Alex.
“Let’s get going Sonny, they’ll be bored and all alone”, Carmine chuckled.
“Sure grandpa”, Alex said, as he pocketed the watch. They walked back in silence. On reaching the graves, Carmine kissed Alex on the cheek and went back to sit on his gravestone.
“Ma, Pa, Mel, Grandpa, I have to go. There’s something I gotta take care of. We’ll have a proper reunion soon”, said Alex.
“Be safe son”, said Angela.
All four of them smiled before vanishing. Alex took another swig from the bottle as he walked back to his car. He did not close the gates behind him. He got into his Beemer. He felt his pocket. There was weight in it. The watch was still there. He hit the ignition switch, turned the headlights on and sped off into the long, winding road.
THE NEXT DAY:
In an everyday middle class home, Charles Leiter turned on the TV. Nothing like Sunday mornign television, he thought. Being a busy man, Charles cherished Sundays. He began flipping channels until he settled for the news channel, mainly due to the particularly attractive reporter who was in the middle of her story.
“……….after the scandalous video showing him kissing his company’s managing director, Alexander Dimeo drove his car off the Golden Gate Bridge. Post mortem reports indicate that he was heavily intoxicated. The news of this billionaire industrialist’s homosexuality couple with his tragic childhood has made him a media frenzy. He was asked by the managing committee to resign for reasons not revealed to public”.
Charles heard quick footsteps coming down. His daughter had woken up. It was unusually early for her to wake up. He switched to a cartoon channel and turned the TV off, thinking about the pretty reporter, as a golden pocket watch reached the bottom of the sea.
Well written! A unique concept; you haven’t written anything on the same theme before, have you?
that was deep. and different :O
OMG…WHat are you doing? English LIterature???Am so taken aback by the gripping tale…Wonderful
Nah, I’m doing my standard twelve
Thanks a lot for the read, Ma’am
Achyuth,
Nice story… I think you have a way of telling stories… Keep it up! (I have read only the above post; will be dropping in for others later)
Thanks for visiting Random Thoughts… Appreciate your gesture.
Keep writing!
Thanks a lot for dropping in
Next time you’re free, and interested, please read the post of mine that I’ve submitted for the competition
Here’s the link
http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=90039
Hey there,
I’m really glad I came across your blog, just as happy as you are
This one had a rather good choice of plot.
Keep writing. Pssst, thanks to Chintan
Yeah, thanks a lot to Chintan
Achyuth,
first time here on your blog but i guess i’ll keep coming back for more….awesome post…
regards
rahul
Thank you so much Rahul
Looking forward to see you again
Nice and gripping story!
Thanks for your visit and comments:-)
Thank you so much
Good story telling with a creepy plot!
Nice story and very well executed. I haven’t tried writing stories ,yes it is a different ball game. keep it up
Thanks a lot for reading and commenting, and for complimenting, I’m cloud 9
Good blog pal, but some of the posts appear a bit lengthy. Not all will have the time to read full- may be you can either shorten it or publish in 2 or more parts…
Just a suggestion
Thanks for the suggestion, I’ll keep it in mind
But then, if my thoughts are long, where else but in my blog can I post it?
Thanks for the read and the feedback
Really Nice & Interesting.
I will be back soon to read your other posts.
Hey Arun, thank you so much
You are in XII…Really!? Just go and watch the movie Finding Forrester. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0181536/
Amazing Amazing write….Have no words to express the fondness for your writing…Bookmarking , subscribing…everything
I surely will check it out
What made you suggest it here?
And thank you so much
mr superb,
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1stly thank you , like a big thanks for that wonderful comment <3 appreciations accepted heartily
and i know for a fact that all other kids in your class just hate you coz u write so damn beautifully. i mean the opening para looks some extract from some great novel. omg you nailed it boy.
the imagery that comes, the sense of eeriness all made my soul fly.
it was gripping <3 and when i mean gripping i mean the feeling that comes when you watch a thriller movie a good thriller movie, okay. so i just thought since you are presently in mumbai go and sell the story it's good for some masala flick . and i mean it. and yeah thankssssssssss again <3
No masala flick for me. Arrey, you think so low of my post kya, that it’ll make only a lame masala flick?
Thanks for reading
I was wondering where the “follow” button is because after reading such things, it is high time I use the button!
Keep up the good work.
So, did you find the follow button? You just need to type in your email id
no baby i don’t mean it low i mean the ingredient that makes a movie successful is the story and your story has the power.
Aha, I knew you didn’t mean it that way baba, I was just pulling your leg and acting senti
Gripping tale. A proper reunion for both the watch and the Dimeo family. Keep writing.
You write really well
The narration was good, though I could predict the story a little, yet there were surprises. Cheers
Thanks a lot Chin Didi
That was amazing. Awesome job.
thanks