What’s wrong with nudity – we’ve been doing it for years. Altogether in the altogether.
We’re a club. We have the Thursday 3pm-5pm slot at the community centre; May to September. We can’t find members in the winter.
We are older folks mainly. The oldest eighty; youngest, seventy-five.
We call ourselves a Mormon Discussion Group so people don’t just turn up unannounced. It can be a shock if they do, since I don’t think they’re even allowed to take off their hat and coat in summer.
What do we do when we are in the nude? Well, now I think about it, not much. What can you do at our age?
Naturism; that’s what it’s officially called. It works best in the warmer weather – not too hot – there are dangers of sunburn. It helps to be in a field or by the sea. It cheers you up.
The best we have here is St. Mary’s Road. Bill, who was one of our longest members and started the group, used to strip off and stroll down the Village to Morrisons. This was years ago. He was totally naked. Aged seventy-eight. People didn’t know where to look.
His airings ended after the police hauled him in. Public nuisance they called it. They let him go with a warning. The parish church said it was a cover-up.
Bill’s no longer with us. He went recently after twenty years at the club. We held a moment’s silence. It’s always sad when a long-standing member dies.
Words: Richard Rooney
Illustration: A.I.
Flash Fiction 250
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