Now is the time that I tell you that all of this is irrelevant, what is important is what is about to happen around the corner. Around this corner is Hyde street. The infamous Hyde street. On this street that is around the corner from a crap comedian is a brothel. In this brothel on this night is James’ brother Mark. I may have forgotten to tell you that James has a brother. This brother is no ordinary brother, he is a twin. This twin is no ordinary twin, he is an identical twin. In this we find the twist to the tale.
Mark’s visits to this brothel had become a regular occurrence on Friday nights when his hated wife was away on business, his brother was on stage and unfortunately his parents passed away within a month of each other last year. Mark was unable to attend the funeral of ether because of a strange ordeal with the alarm clock. What makes things slightly more strange is that that both died on Friday which is the day that Mark used to spent looking after them. Also after the news had died down and was berried with the corpses he started to use the brothel. I’m not one to go pointing fingers around because I’m not perfect but that’s a bit odd to me.
I suppose you want to know why he is using the brothel. I know I do. That shall remain a mystery because the man that lived at the end of the road who conveniently is an amateur camera man obsessed with surveillance and caching criminals knows for a fact that this building on Hyde street which is around the corner from James the crap comedian is a brothel. He observes the brothel every night catching the regulars (Mark) on camera. He was preparing the camera to catch once again Mark leaving the building. He waited and waited but nothing happened, this was odd as Mark was always out long before the comedy show around the corner had finished and he could see the first disappointed faces coming up the road and around the corner to the train station of the bus stop next to the railway that they called a train station.
Bill the camera man was one for adventure but he couldn’t do it alone. It was very late now and Mark still hadn’t gone home. He had to do something or so his little mind forced him to believe. He started to think who would be awake at this time and realized that the only person would be James. OK so he is important. Bill would have to tell James that Mark had been using the brothel that was on Hyde street around the corner from the hall in which the world’s worst comedian performed. Maybe he would leave the last bit out if he had any hope of getting the help he was after.
“Hello!!” shouted Bill down the road which was a big mistake. Think about it, your walking away from the hall that you have just performed a bad show in and its very dark. You are walking around the corner on to the infamous Hyde street in Porthmadoc. Someone you don’t know and haven’t spoken to before shouts down the road at you. Are you going to go and greet this man and get acquainted? No. I thought not. James due to his lake of friends is different to you and takes what he can when he can so did go to this man to get acquainted. The man told him his name and invited James in for coffee. Bill knew a lot of thing and one of them was that James and Mark were twin brothers. After an hour or so of explaining his situation and looking out of the window at the door to the brothel James agreed to help Bill.
James and Mark had won competitions for being so identical. They were so identical that not even they’re parents could tell them apart. Mark didn’t like this because he was very competitive. He always wanted to be better but they were the same with every thing. This is another reason that people like me were suspicious about the death of the parents of the to.
They were now creeping nervously up to the dark creepy back of the brothel. You need a password to get through the front door without paying. Bill who was by far the strongest of the to creepers so he kicked the door down. A man was standing next to the door and said “I think you what the brothel.” To which he got the echoed reply of,
“YES!”
“Next door, people keep making that mistake because the buildings are on a diagonal.”
“Thank you very much and sorry.” That was all James could think of saying and Bill didn’t want to say anything. They were temporarily stunned but were brought back to they’re senses when the man simply said,
“Could you £$*^ off now please!!”
They creped onward and started to dread their decision to break into the wrong building and their decision to break into a brothel. When they got to the door they looked at each other and ran. They never saw each other again. Bill never saw James again. James never saw Mark again. Bill never a saw Mark again.
The rather poor moral to this story is that you never know what’s around the corner. It could be bad like Hyde street and the brothel. It could be better like the bad comedy show. It could be good like the bus stop that they call a train station here in Porthmadoc. Were would you rather be? In the brothel never seen again or in the bad comedy show or possibly waiting for the next train out of the area? The truth is in life we don’t have the choice. We have to take what comes and hope that we turn the right corners. We should never run away from fate because nothing good will come if you do. Make the right choice before you start. Make the most of every opportunity and never run away from what you have to do. Always stand for what you believe in and fight what’s around the corner if necessary and hold your head high no matter what happens or what others think!Words:1397
