That Night
A Piece For The Vocal Chapters Challenge
The Prompt
Write a chapter from the middle of your memoir.
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The music for you to listen to is "Police Car" by Larry Wallis
That Night
Last night one of the lads said he had a spare room, and everyone had been telling me I needed to get out for months but of course that was never going to happen.
Well, now it had.
It was eleven o'clock on a Saturday night, and I was wandering the streets of a very well-to-do area with a black bin liner with all my worldly possessions that I could carry, realising I had a three-mile walk in sub-zero temperatures to get to my friend's house and hopefully a warm bed.
Then something else happened.
A police car pulled up beside me and the driver wound down his window.
I said "I know what this looks like" and they asked me to get in the car.
I got in and told them the full story of why I was there, I said they could look through my bag and showed them my wallet and driving license so they could see who I was and where I had come from.
They were very sympathetic and offered to drive me to my friend's house, which I accepted.
They dropped me off and my friends and I wandered through the gate and knocked at the front door. No answer. I knocked again, no answer.
This was before I had a mobile phone, but I didn't have his number anyway.
It was freezing, so I needed to find shelter, so went to the local park and found a concrete rain shelter but it just had a concrete bench in it. I sat down and got even colder, I realised that if I didn't keep moving I might end up with hypothermia, or even freeze to death, not something that you would expect in a civilised city.
I kept moving and then remembered I had the keys to my office but that was about five miles away, but I could get there if I could find transport. I had survived so far, but had little money and didn't know of any cashpoints near.
I walked up to a main road and knew that buses ran along here to somewhere near my office. I found a bus stop and it was enclosed so gave me a bit more shelter but I was still freezing, though this might have just been me being soft.
Checking the timetable I saw that the first bus was due in another forty minutes, I had a pass so that meant I didn't need money, and I just kept active but cold for those seemingly everlasting minutes.
The bus came, I got on, showed my pass, and the heating was on. I was saved. I thought I could just stay on the bus, but I would probably be in the middle of nowhere when it finally came to the end of its journey.
I got off the bus, back into the cold, and got to my office, unsetting the alarm, then going to settle down making a bed in the common room.
After a few hours of sleep I made my way back to my friends and this time he answered the door. Over a coffee, I told him what had happened and he said he had been out on the lash last night because Newcastle had won for a change (this was twenty-five years ago and was not the Newcastle United of today) and at that point, a new stage of my life started.
Addendum
That night caused me to get the 'flu' and that, in turn, caused my second bout of ITP. This time though, I could tell the doctors what was needed, though they chose steroids instead of a blood transfusion, and I believe that really kicked off my diabetes, but that was exacerbated by other things and I am still here and in good fettle.
Here is my piece about my ITP:
And if you want to know about Newcastle United check out this Amazon Documentary
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Comments (10)
What a rough night! Being without shelter is so scary, even for a few hours. I’ve been there before, but not in freezing temperatures. Glad you survived it.
I would have frozen to death. I'm so glad you went to your office. This was a scary night!
Harrowing. Do we even want to know what had happened that night earlier--or what had prompted others to tell you to get out of there, for that matter?
I'm glad you managed to stay warm ❤️
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What a night!!! Glad you were able to keep moving and were able to get to the office for rest in a warm environment. ❤️❤️💕
Wow! That sounds like a pretty bad experience. Glad you found a way out of the cold. Well done, Mike.
I'm glad you were able to finally find a place to warm up, but sorry you got sick.
I’m so glad you were able to get warm on the bus and find shelter in your office.
Far out!! 🙁 You live to tell the tale and fight another day! 😃