France, Oregon
11:45 AM, Sunday, January 22nd, 2023
Patty Newman sat in her grandfatherโs attic, sorting through all the items he had left with the help of her wife, Tess.
โGrandpa lived a full life,โ Patty remarked. โI just know heโs up in the sky with grandma now.โ
โMurray was a good man,โ said Tess. โThis town wonโt be the same without him.โ
Patty pulled a boxed of unsorted photographs off the bottom shelf of the bookcase.
โPhotos,โ she read. โMarch 1957-October 1958.โ
โYeesh. Didnโt your grandparents have photo albums?โ
โYes, but the Newmans take so many pictures, thereโs not enough photo albums in the world.โ
Patty opened the box and saw a big pile of photos of her grandpaโs family. He looked so young in the pictures.
โJust take that home, Patty,โ said Tess. โWe need to finish the house by Friday.โ
But Patty saw a curious-looking photo resting on top of the pile. It was a photo of Murray and a boy she recognized from other photos as his childhood best friend, Fred. However, in this photo, Fred held Murray how one would carry a newlywed over the threshold. It looked like they were at a party.
โWhatchaโ got there?โ asked Tess.
Patty flipped over the photo and found some writing on the back.
South Clatsop Homophile Association, February โ58 Meeting.
Patty then read the inscription below that, written in different ink.
Patty, I knew this photo would get your attention. You see, I am bisexual. This isnโt something I shared with many people. People in my generation rarely discussed sexuality in public or with family, outside of activists. Thereโs more information in the diary under the baseboard behind the parlor TV.
Patty found the diary and brought it into the kitchen, where she and Tess were taking a lunch break.
โThis is surprising,โ said Tess. โI knew he was accepting, but I didnโt know he was bi.โ
โNeither did he, apparently,โ said Patty, โBut Fred helped open his eyes.โ
Patty read the diary out loud to Tess over their lunch.
Location: The forest outside France, Oregon
Time: 3:18 PM, Monday, July 15th, 1946
Ten-year-old Murray Newman sat on the bank of the France River, near the base of Berberry Falls. He watched as the wooden sailboat his uncle gifted to him during his Fourth-of-July visit. It was peaceful to watch as the boat floated gracefully down the river.
Suddenly, the boat started going faster. And then over a tiny drop.
โUh oh,โ he said to himself. He needed to catch the boat before it got too far away.
He ran towards the bend, hoping heโd get to the boat before it got to the fast part of the river.
But someone pulled the boat out. Murray ran up to the boy who had rescued the tiny vessel.
โLooks like your Navy went AWOL,โ the boy said.
โThank you so much,โ said Murray.
โNameโs Fred Stavridis. Iโm new in town. Iโm starting sixth grade at the Public School next month.โ
He held out his hand, which Murray shook.
โMurray Newman. Iโm starting fifth grade there, but I turn eleven on September 2nd.
โWhat do you know?โ Fred remarked. โThatโs when I turn twelve.โ
โWell ainโt that on the beam?โ
โListen, if you want, maybe we could race boats sometime. I have a great one my grandpa got for me a while back.โ
โSounds fun.โ
The boys walked back towards town, chatting away with each other.
France, Oregon
3:23 PM, Friday, April 14th, 1950
Fred and Murray became fast friends and were almost inseparable over the next few years. But still, Murray was a year younger than Fred, so he wasnโt part of the same social circles at school.
Meanwhile, the France High School Varsity Baseball Team did not have a great track record, so they were searching hard for a hitter who could get them ahead. But the team had someโฆ โconcernsโ when their pitcher, Fred, suggested his eggheaded younger friend, Murray.
โThe hell are thinking, trying to bring that twig onto the team?โ said Coach Dilbert. โHeโll put us further back! Worse than last place!โ
โYeah, Fred,โ said Jimmy, the catcher. โHeโs an egghead. The other teams will eat him up.โ
But Fred was adamant.
โMurray and I played baseball all the time with my family. Heโs plenty capable. You jerks have just never seen him play.โ
โGuys?โ said Murray.
Everyone looked over at Murray.
โAs much as Iโm enjoying this conversation,โ he continued, โjust let me show you what Iโve got.โ
The team begrudgingly walked out onto Beach Street Field. Fred was about to walk onto the pitching mound, but coach Dilbert stopped him.
โAbsolutely not,โ he told Fred. โYouโll pitch to his advantage. Iโll do it.โ
โFine,โ Fred replied. โIf thatโs the only way youโll give him a chance.โ
Coach Dilbert took the mound. Murray stepped up to the plate. As the coach wound up to throw a whopper at Murray, the other teammates looked at Fred, who firmly held a confident glare at the diamond.
Coach Dilbert threw a curveball at the young, skinny, left-handed batter. He then watched in awe as the ball flew high over the fence, landing far into the beach.
Coach Dilbert turned back to Murray, smugly smiling at the coach.
โBeginnerโs luck,โ the coach dismissed.
Except it wasnโt. After the coach and three different pitchers, Murrayโs tryout ended with him batting .325.
Needless to say, he made the team.
6:39 PM, Friday, June 2nd, 1950
The France High Swordfish were finally free of their dismal record. They finished the 1950 season with a final score of 75-70, third in the league. The team decided to throw a party after their last game of the season at Fredโs familyโs restaurant.
Fred smiled at Murray, who sat across from him, eating spanakopita.
โWhat?!โ asked Murray, blushing.
โIโm just so proud of you,โ said Fred.
โOh, this little thing?โ Murray humbly bragged as he caressed the Team MVP award given to him by Coach Dilbert.
โKnock it off,โ said Kevin, the right-fielder. โDonโt let this get to your head, but you are the best damn player this team has ever had on its roster.โ
โThree cheers for Murray!โ someone shouted.
Three hours later, Murray was in Fredโs bathroom, getting his pajamas on for the sleepover he was having with Fred.
โHey Fred?โ he called to his friend through the door.
โYeah?โ Fred asked while looking through his baseball cards.
โWhat do you think of Hannah Graber?โ
โThat girl from your English class? Sheโs alright, I guess. I donโt know her that well. Why?โ
โI think sheโs sweet on me.โ
Fred froze in the middle of turning the page. He couldnโt figure out why, but he was somewhat bothered by this revelation. Was he jealous because he liked Hannah, too? Nah, that couldnโt be it. He barely knew her. He maybe talked to her all of two times.
Murray came out of the bathroom.
โWhat do you think?โ Murray continued.
โAbout what?โ
โFred! Do you think she likes me?โ
Fred thought for a moment. He knew he didnโt like Hannah, but he still felt jealous. Was it because he wanted a girl to like him?
โNo,โ Fred answered. โI wouldnโt go for it unless you know for certain. Plus, I may not know her that well, but my sister does, and I overheard her tell one of her friends that she likes Jimmy Elkins.โ
โDamn!โ Murray exclaimed. โOf course she likes him. All the girls like him! Itโs so unfair.โ
Murray sighed. He was definitely disappointed.
Except Fred lied. He couldnโt figure out why, but this was making him incredibly jealous.
Another three hours passed, and Murray was dead asleep on the bottom bunk of Fredโs bed.
Fred, however, was wide awake. He couldnโt fall asleep. He kept trying to figure out why he was jealous that Murray was interested in Hannah.
Fred climbed off the top bunk and headed into the bathroom.
While washing his hands, Fredโs mind started to wander.
So what if Murray likes Hannah? Fred thought. That shouldnโt make me jealous. I donโt like her that way. And so what if she likes Murray? I donโt know if she does. My sister might.
Whatโs wrong with me?! Fred wondered as he turned off the sink. Do I wish someone would like me? Do I want to feel this way about someone? Of course, I do? But who? I tried dating that girl Lisa last year, but it just didnโt feel right. Who the hell do I want to have feelings for me? Who do I like?
Fred exited the bathroom and saw Murrayโs face illuminated in the moonlight shining through the window. He snuggled his pillow against his face and laid with his right knee pulled up to his chest. Fred smiled when he saw this.
Maybe Hannah does like Murray, Fred thought to himself. Why wouldnโt she? Look at him. Heโs probably the cutest kid at sch-
Thatโs when it hit him. Fred had finally realized why he was jealous. He didnโt want Murray to date Hannahโฆ
โฆbecause he wanted to date Murray.
Thank you for reading the WordPress preview of The Waterfall. This is the only chapter that will be published here. For future chapters please check the Six Lakes Studios Wattpad and Tapas Pages on Sundays.
Based on the prompt “Start your story with someone discovering a photograph that has something written on the back.” Reedsy Prompts, week of July 23rd, 2021.
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