Lucy Jordan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


A short story inspired by 'The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan' by Marianne Faithful.



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Submitted: March 01, 2018

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Lucy Jordan

He’d told her it was such a friendly place. Had he really set out to trick her? Lucy could not help wondering why he had insisted they move all this distance from her home, her family. Could it be that Greg really wanted to separate them, to have her to himself and the children? They had been living in the same house now for five years and there was not one person that she could even remotely call her friend.

Perhaps the fault lay with herself. Greg certainly seemed to think so. It would be true that she had never had much of a social life and most of what she did have was with relations. That hadn’t been a problem before, when she had her sister nearby, her parents, cousins, aunts and uncles. But now she had no one, only Greg and the children.

Greg had a good job, worked long hours. They were reasonably affluent, lived in a nice house, in a pleasant neighbourhood. His job involved lots of entertaining and at first he had taken Lucy with him; there were plenty of reliable teenagers in the area that would be happy to baby-sit after all. But she put a damper on his enjoyment, stuck out like a sore thumb, and soon he did not bother to ask her to accompany him at all.

She was left in no doubt that Greg saw this as her fault and that she had let him down.

Amy and Charles were still young when they moved. Charles had started school but Amy was still too young. Lucy spent a lot of her time with her children, encouraged their interests, became engrossed in them herself. And then Amy started school.

The days suddenly seemed to yawn emptily in front of her. Other mothers seemed to chat with each other, meet up and do things together. Lucy felt like an outsider, knew that they saw her as an imposter, and she soon gave up any efforts to make small-talk. At picking up time she would wait beside the others, wishing that she could be like them and just....chat. Instead she was left staring at the ground, begging the tears not to form in her eyes.

The days were long but she could fill them up. There was always plenty of things to be tidied away, rearranged; and cleaning, well, it never really stopped. The evenings were either spent quietly with Greg, or more often, playing with the children.

Life wasn’t too bad, Lucy thought. She was lonely but they had each other. They could get by.

When things changed for the worse, she could not exactly say. She could not say how either. It was not as though Greg became an abusive wife-beater, a drunk, she did not really have any reason to think that he was being unfaithful. He just made his disdain for her clearer and clearer. She was no longer consulted on decisions, but was told what to do, when to do it. Greg would laugh at her, but worse, so much worse, would ridicule her in front of the children. When Charles started to repeat the things his father said she tried to chastise him.

I’m not wrong! That’s what Dad says, that you’re an idiot. He’s always laughing at you and you know it.”

Amy seemed to be the only person that she had left in the world that wanted to spend time in her company. But Amy was growing up too, and the last thing Lucy wanted to do was to hold her back in any way.

Greg would not hear of her trying to get a job. She had no training and he would not suffer the humility of having her work in a local store, or even worse, as a waitress. She was his wife, the mother of her children, and her place was in the home.

Lucy would turn on the radio, sing along to the songs until Greg remarked that one of the neighbours said they heard singing. She felt stupid then, gave up, would no longer hum along. Her books failed to transport her anywhere. She was talentless, useless, and was becoming increasingly redundant.

Would it surprise anyone to learn that she retreated? What was the point in her life in the real world? Lucy Jordan began to create a new world in her mind, one where people respected her, one where she was loved.

For a while she managed to juggle the two existences. She could be there for Amy, for Charles and occasionally for Greg, but her real life was taking place somewhere very different. It was also becoming more and more attractive, addictive, and eventually she hardly left that place at all. She did not notice when they came in an ambulance and took her away.

Greg was outraged, disgusted. How could she have failed him so badly? He would divorce her, or course; the woman was so far gone she’d not even realize. And he would definitely be granted full and complete custody of the children. When a reasonable time had passed he would ask Sandra to marry him; he knew she would say yes. And then she could take Lucy’s place at home and take good care of him and the children.


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