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Montego Bay (short story) (Patreon)

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2026-05-19 05:29:49
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2026-05

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The Kavasseur

This is my favorite one so far. I can hear the voices of the characters. There is a conciseness like Hemingway. I want to read the other ones again.

Keyana Monet

How about a long story? I’ll show you my story if you show me yours.

Julia

Night owls winning :) Still absorbing all of these stories from the past seven or so weeks, but all of it (letters, all posts - going back to that first Jan '25 EVH video, which just happened to have meaning for me personally & appeared when was deeply reeling from getting into Bob Dylan music post-ACU), the act of these being shared - reminds me of that feeling when witnessing kindness that can make a person tear up a little bit (elevation) Or of when a person for a very long time is maybe experiencing hard times but keeps it mostly pent-up, and then one time someone TRULY good expresses genuine kindness to them and that is what makes start crying (at least on the inside). Not sure of the actual technical term - catharsis? But yeah, these stories to me are expressed by warm hands. Now am reading about the history & meaning & of the word 'catharsis' - thank you! :)

Elizabeth Bowie

Great piece of writing. Loved the small, telling details of Joel's life. As in the different wrist band colors of the guests, determining their access to various entertainments. The comparison of Joel's life in Jamaica with that of his grandfather, a fisherman. The inane comments of the guests. Joel thinking about going to Canada to work for a few years so that he could buy a house in his own country. You told the truth about all places that provide low paying jobs and cater to tourists. TY for posting this Caribbean story.

Bonnie Ramba

Everyone may likely come away from the story with different feelings. For me, having always worked in some sort of service industry, it brought back memories. There were the difficult people. There were also the inequities. Sometimes I was told to treat some people better, and give little attention to some others. Often, folks with better incomes felt they could treat you poorly. I remember feeling like Joel in these earlier days. Somewhere along the line, I changed, and I really wanted the people to be happy. But I will always remember that I didn’t start out that way. The things that were my problems brought me to working towards a better purpose. If the story had more chapters, I believe there could have been a happier life for Joel.

Abigail Zero

The quiet regard and communication for the characters among each other in even the most miserable contexts in so many of these stories is very moving, despite the bleakness of individuals or life among structured negativity that also exist in these works. These are haunting stories but there is something else to them, and I hope to be more aporeactive of such moments as I encounter them in life and in communication with the world. Maybe it is odd to respond to work of this quality with opinions and first impressions, but at the same time I am more thankful for the decency of the community and respect for expression in these comments than what I encounter elsewhere online, or in communities that I have encountered or been sold. There is a lot more to these works than that, but this reply is about being appreciative. Thank you for for writing and posting these.

Jo

SIGH

Amber Martinez

Two things happen to me at the precipice of your stories, first I get goosebumps, then I tear up a bit. Both indicating truth and relatability. Thank you for helping me to feel again. Love you with ALL ma heart🙏🏽🌊🫀🥹

Annie Stacie

What can be done about the human tendency to exploit? When all things good and pure are a target, you start to believe the answer is to become mean and hard. Maybe the real evil is disguising exploitation. If the intentions were laid out plainly, people could choose to rebel, or they could choose to be willing participants. At least there would be a choice. In the case of Joel and the locals, there's a theme of powerlessness. Fighting against the system seems pointless, but that's how they want us to feel. That's the illusion that keeps us on our best behavior.

Maria

It is beautiful. Hope God bless you. I will dream.❤️

nightly moth

I really like this one. “In the bar’s polished counter Joel could see the sea twice: once beyond the glass, bright and blue for the guests, and once beneath his hands, broken into reflections by bottles of imported gin.” —what a line!.. I recorded a version of me reading this story: https://youtu.be/7odwaKHGGFI?si=x0x7jN1Xy1_1GyT1

Barbara Hill-Mayo

Good social commentary. It was sad about the waves repeatedly coming back. I hope he doesn’t give up on his dreams about going somewhere, making better money and then decide if he wants to come back or not

Bronwen

I'm intrigued about Joel's grandfather's perspective: I don't understand cos I haven't seen it that way myself. But I am looking from a different point of view. I'm sure he has a good point... and maybe there's something about the sea that he misunderstood... I'm troubled about the netting, and hoping that doesn't keep me awake too long tonight. I've been playing my favourite REM song 'losing my religion'. It made me feel a bit better. I learned it last autumn but I missed off the bridge and ending until today.

amyJ

Just then a seagull named Pascal landed on the netting. Pascal’s foot got caught up in the ribbon. He flapped and flapped and flapped and kicked and kicked and kicked and finally slumped down on the end of the net where it was the thickest. He teetered half-in and half-out of the water, like Rose on the door in Titanic. Once he realized the netting held him up sufficiently, he stopped fighting and slumped into a moment of rest. He remembered his grandaddy, soaring freely over the very same waters, swooping in close to this very same sea wall, never once getting caught up in garbage. Just then Pascal heard the sound of someone sloshing quickly through the waves behind him. He flapped himself around to get a better look and noticed a man heading straight toward him -with a knife! Pascal flapped like mad. “This was truly a shit day,’ he thought. He squakked and fought, violently attempting to flee the scene, but was totally locked into the sea trash, which he started seeing more like a sea-bird trap. Then suddenly he was yanked down toward the water. “This is it,” he thought,“the fowler’s snare finally got me! They’re gonna eat me!” He kept flapping- and splashing -and pulling -and kicking -and then suddenly “FWOOP” the man with the knife cut the ribbon from the net, and Pascal was free. The centrifugal force from the struggle shot him in the air like a cannon. He suddenly realized what happened, and caught flight. Part of the ribbon was still stuck to Pascal’s foot. It trailed behind him like he was celebrating something. It didn’t look dangerous though, just festive. Pascal didn’t care, he just knew he had to get very far away from that knife-wielding psychopath. “You’re welcome!!” Joel yelled up to the bird from the water. Then he turned and sloshed off.

Matthew Landau

On my one visit to Jamaica I stayed in Montego Bay twice. Once upon arrival and again prior to my departure. the coral reefs I was taken to by a divemaster had largely been destroyed by dynamite fishing. Lobster pots as large as trampolines were the only underwater action and they had an air of sadness and desperation. I didn't dislike Montego Bay and I imagined a second visit to Jamaica might be quite different from my first.

Bronwen

Well the netting condundrum didn't keep me up all night at least 🫣. I am a slow learner though apparently, and fear I may continue to need that REM song my whole life the rate I'm going

Roz Haddon

Really really loved this one. Thankyou Bob ❤️

RobieSueRose

I read it as soon as it appeared late at night. Walter Cooke (a funeral home in NY) stories from the grave? The 70’s memories of Jamaica to Negril brought back my memories of Joel’s grandfathers boat. The change of time and the price of caste and life.

veronika

I'm from Germany. My daughter teaches English to affluent seniors. In her conversation class, her students usually talk about their cruises and trips abroad. I'm going to suggest to my daughter that she share this story with them. Ist's important to take a moment to consider just how high the price of all that luxury is - and who really pays for it.

Claudia

Howdy and Happy Birthday Bob! 🎂 Many Happy Returns!

Claudia

I hear the train a-coming It's rolling round the bend....