WHEN ADAM MET CHRISTIAN (working title)
This is a new story working it's way in my brain over the Christmas holidays. Christmas in Australia is hot and as I'm a teacher, I have the long summer school break as well.
This is potentially a novella, or more?
I'll begin at the beginning. This is FIRST DRAFT ONLY , so...allow for that won't you? 
CHRISTIAN AND ADAM
6.1.08
DRAFT 1
PROLOGUE
THE LETTER
Hi Christian
How's things? Yeah - it's been awhile. I've just been sort of hanging out and, thought I'd give you a buzz. Things are pretty boring living with my olds and all - but...it's cheaper.
I've enrolled in a post grad editing course at Vic Uni. I'm enjoying it much more than the journalism. That's not to say I'm enjoying the company more. Well, the company at the actual journo course wasn't all that great, it was rather when the year had finished...you know what I mean. <grin>
So - what have you been up to? And how is Gillian?
It's been a bit funny with mum and dad. I mean,it's ok, but having been away, makes it really different. Especially, I mean, with what happened and all. Sorry about that, I don't mean to say what happened was bad, it wasn't at all, it was good. I really enjoyed it Chris. But...it's kind of funny now, you know, just seeing the world from different eyes. <grin>
I've been hanging out with old friends, but everyone is moving onto other things a fair bit. Yeah, it's taking awhile to settle in, but I guess I will.
So - anyway, as I said, how's it been with you? Hope you don't mind my emailing you.
See ya
Adam
Christian clicked off the email and closed his PC down. He went into the lounge room, sat down and stared at the teev for awhile. Gillian walked past on her way to the kitchen to fumble around among the cups and in the pantry cupboard. He got up and followed her, leant against the door jam, and stared into the room that was originally the hub of a large early 20th century family, now a cheap rented student flat, with faded yellowing paint and cracking lino floor.
"Adam sent me and email."
Gillian looked up abruptly, cup in one hand, teaspoon in another.
"Adam?"
They stared at each other, a brief moment of suspension in time.
"That's fantastic." Gillian said. Christian didn't move a muscle, still frozen in suspended animation, "isn't it?"
He gave a short laugh and shook himself out of his frozen state. "I guess so. I mean...he didn't say much, just 'hi howya going?', but..."
"But...?"
"Yeah, but...maybe, who knows?"
"It's something."
"Yeah." Now a grin was crawling itself over Christian's face, and he couldn't stop it, he turned away, feeling embarrassed.
"Maybe, Christian, maybe."
"Yeah," he said, the sound of his voice fading in the kitchen as he headed up the small creaky staircase, to the sanctuary of his own room.
Gillian watched the space where he had been and listened to the fading sounds. She took a deep breath, and allowed a smile to creep across her face too. "Maybe," she whispered.
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