International Writers Magazine - Our Tenth Year: Dreamscapes
Story about Jack
was a man whos first name starts with J but it was not Jack
and he did not live in New York. A lot of people live in New York
City but he was not one of them. Nor is this, his tale but he remains
prominent in the telling and before we go much further you should
also know that in this particular story Non Jack does not save the
world, win the war or get the girl at the end. Besides hes
got a girl at the beginning. Of course shes not what youd
call the greatest woman on earth but she does the trick and
Non Jack is happy to keep her. Hes all decided about that.
One day Non Jack
says to Cupcake obviously not her real name but he liked to call
her Cupcake and besides whenever he called her that shed always
answer to it, so it worked just like a real name anyway "Say
"Yes dear," said Cupcake.
"Ive been thinking."
"What do you mean uh oh?" said Non Jack.
"Last time you did some thinking we almost moved to New York City."
"Oh that was a long time ago. When are you going to forget all
about that silliness from long ago?"
"Oh I dont know. One day I suppose."
Non jack was nonplussed. See, he thought to himself, this was exactly
the kind of imperfection that made Cupcake not what youd call
the greatest woman on earth. She was always remembering the bad stuff
and never forgetting about it like she should.
"Anyhow, whats your idea this time," said Cupcake trying
to make him smile again.
He looked at her and decided she was being sincere.
"I think we should move to New York City," Non Jack said.
"Are you crazy?"
"No Im not crazy. I know how its sounds but its completely
different this time."
"Oh brother," said Cupcake.
"Are you going to listen to my idea or are you going to just stand
there complaining all day."
"Dont get edgy and sore at me. Im listening."
"Okay, so heres the thing
." Non Jack grabbed both
of Cupcakes hands and led her to the sofa and had her sit down
comfortably. He moved across the room to his favorite chair and barely
sat on the very edge of it. He really liked that chair and when Cupcake
saw him sit like that, she knew he was over-the-top excited. Thats
when she got scared.
"I say we move to New York City because its very exciting
there and its not very exciting here," said Non Jack.
"Why are you chasing excitement? What sort of good will that do
for you?" asked Cupcake.
"Everybody likes excitement, not just me, and we cant find
"Im not so sure thats any better a reason this time
to move to New York City."
"Of course its a better reason. Last time I suggested moving
to the Big Apple, it was to get away from paying that parking ticket."
"This time we wouldnt be going there to get away from something
bad, wed be going there to pursue something good. Besides I paid
off that ticket over a month ago."
"Im still not sure thats a great reason to move all
the way there."
"Well if we dont move there, where the heck are we going
to move to Detroit?"
"Why do we have to move at all?"
"We cant stay here Cups and you know it. This town is a sleepy
"Oh now thats a bit harsh," she said.
"Im not so sure. Its painfully boring and dull here.
You must at least admit that its very dull and boring in this
Cupcake knew that whenever he got this way it was best to let it rest
for a while. Hed come down over time and then shed be able
to tell just how much he really meant to move away. It was better to
let it be until tomorrow she decided, so she nodded at him and smiled
and didnt say another word.
The next day Non Jack and Cupcake were walking down the road together.
They could have driven the car but that way you might end up with a
parking ticket. On the other hand if you walk somewhere there was no
way in the world you could get a parking ticket and since they were
going somewhere Non Jack suggested they walk to get there.
Cupcake didnt bring up anything at all about moving to any place
at all just to see if it would come up all by itself. That way shed
know just how motivated Non Jack was about going to the Gotham City.
They had been walking for two hours.
"So I noticed you havent brought up the subject of moving
to exciting New York City," said Non Jack.
"Oh, I guess not, probably cuz I figured youd bring it up
if you wanted to anyway," said Cupcake.
"I bet youre just testing me, to see how determined I am
about this whole thing." See, now here again, he thought to himself,
this was more stuff that she was so imperfect about that pretty much
guaranteed shed never be the greatest woman on earth. She would
run these little tests from time to time. Absolutely imperfect of her
to do so. My god if she wasnt busy remembering everything, shed
be testing away.
"Oh stop it will you, I am not testing you."
"Okay, if you say so."
They walked on.
Finally they arrived at the place where they were going and it was busy
with lots of people milling about and standing and talking. They joined
everyone and it was great fun. Just then they ran into a man who was
a stranger to Non Jack but seemingly not a stranger to Cupcake. Cupcake
shook his hand and exchanged greetings and then a few more words. She
was about to introduce him when he abruptly said good-bye and disappeared
into the swelling crowd of passersby.
"Who the heck was that strange fellow, Cups?"
"Oh, hes just a guy I met a little while ago."
"I see. So whats his name and where did you meet him?"
Cupcake didnt answer right away. She looked like she was trying
to find the exact right words for the job. It took her several seconds
to find those special words.
"I cant remember," she said.
Uh oh, thought Non Jack to himself, cant remember
is simply put - not a very good answer. Those were most definitely not
the exact rights words at all. Cupcake remembers everything. What does
Non Jack let it pass for now but he had a gnawing pain in his gut all
the rest of the afternoon. Still, they enjoyed the place very much and
it was worth the walk.
"Well that was a nice afternoon, even for this dull city. Im
glad we came here today," said Non Jack.
"Yes, it was a splendid day."
They had a dreadfully long walk home.
The day after the next day Non Jack was down on the street moving his
car to ensure he wouldnt get a parking ticket. Cupcake walked
up to greet him as he got out of the car.
"I need to talk to you," she said.
"Okay. Lets talk."
"Well, I have some bad news Im afraid."
"Bad news? How can you possibly have bad news?"
"Well I do and Im afraid it may hurt you some to hear it,"
"I see. Well you better spit it out then so I can hear it and find
out if it will hurt me or not."
"Okay, I will."
Cupcake walked around in a messy circle. She was frightfully nervous.
Non Jack sat down at a street bench and then Cupcake sat beside him.
"Come on Cups, just give it to me."
"All right," she said "here it comes then."
She looked at him with that soft face of hers and sent him a pitiful
"I have decided to leave you and I will be moving away."
"Leave me? What do you mean leave me? Where are you going? Why
are you doing this?"
"Ill be moving to another city and Im leaving today.
In fact Im getting picked up any minute now."
"Who is picking you up?"
"You now that fellow we met yesterday at the place?"
"Yeah." Non Jack felt the pain return to his gut. It was even
worse today and now he wanted to throw-up.
"Well I am moving away with him."
"Yes, he is a very nice man and he likes me very much."
"But I like you very much and I found you first."
"I know that you like me some but youre always saying how
imperfect I am and such and how Im not the greatest woman on earth
"Yeah, but I always say that you do the trick."
"I know and thats nice. I was always glad to do the trick
for you. But still it never sounded real great whenever you said it."
Non Jack was in a state of utter shock. He couldnt believe what
she was doing to him, right here on this public sidewalk in front of
the whole world. Maybe there wasnt anybody around at that particular
moment in time but as they were outside, theoretically the whole world
could pass by at any second. Boy she was being so cruel right now. Non
Jack was suddenly very sad.
"But youre my Cupcake."
"You will find another cupcake for yourself," she said kindly.
"But who will call you Cupcake? Ill betcha anything you want
this new fella wont call you Cupcake like I do."
"Actually I think Im ok with that. Im not so sure I
want to be a Cupcake anymore."
"You always loved being a Cupcake."
"Maybe not as much as you think."
"I cant believe what Im hearing. Youve obviously
changed overnight. I dont even know who Im sitting beside
"That may be true. I do apologize if youre hurt by it."
Just then a flaming red sports car came zooming up in front of them.
Right away Non Jack noticed that there were five or six parking tickets
stuck under the windshield wiper. They were just blowing there as if
the driver didnt worry a bit about them like he was some
reckless traveler who was about to leave town and never return.
The driver bounced out of the car and danced around to greet Cupcake.
He had wavy brown hair and a thousand white teeth. He gave her a big
smile and a hug too.
"Hello Darling," he said with an authentic British accent.
Non Jack couldnt believe his ears Darling
how shallow and insincere does that sound, he thought.
He watched their happy embrace and felt even sadder but he didnt
say anything. Not until the man walked over to him and extended his
They shook hands like gentlemen and then the stranger spoke.
"Really sorry about all this chap," he said with his crummy
accent, "nasty business I know. But I say old man, dont worry
about a thing, I shall take good care of her all my days, you neednt
fret about that."
"Whats your name buddy?"
"Yes indeed, good question. May I present my card. My name is Jack
and I live in New York City."
Five seconds later the wondrous red sports car was speeding away with
his former Cupcake. A parking ticket had blown free and came floating
down and landed on his shoe. He stood there, still as a lamp post, watching
the flaming red roadster drive clean out of sight.
© James Nantau March 2009
Bio: James Nantau is a fiction writer living in Windsor, Ontario, Canada.
He has BA (Poli Sci) and BComm (Finance) degrees from University of
Windsor and an MBA from the University of Western Ontario in London.
He is a commercial banker by day, loves to travel and has a second novel
Third & Nineteen, Tale of the Lonesome Loser novel 180
pages, Publish America, Baltimore USA, 2008 , ISBN 1-60563-307-0
We Were Seven flash fiction, Ascent Aspirations Magazine
British Columbia, Canada, Vol 12 Number 3, August 2008
The Last Hour short story, Hackwriters United Kingdom, October
We Were Seven flash fiction, Taj Mahal Review Cyberwit,
Allahabad, India, December 2008 Volume 7 Number 2, ISSN 0972
Email: jnfife at hotmail.com
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