Julie awoke early in the morning the sterile, white sheets sticking to her tanned and bare body. She turned over and ran her hand over the pillow she expected Pete’s head to be resting on. Her eyelids came open when she felt no one next to her. Continue reading “The Way Home (Part 2)”
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The Way Home
Julie hurried to the dresser and pulled out another pair of hot pants, jeans, and a few halter tops. Her hands shook as she reached into the jar that contained a few months’ worth of allowance. She shoved the clothes, the cash, and everything she thought she would need into her brown leather messenger bag.
It was about noon and the large white house was quiet. Julie could hear the drone of the motorcycle through her open window.
An hour earlier, Julie had been on her way to history class when Pete came up behind her and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.” His breath was warm and smoky at her ear. Continue reading “The Way Home (Part 1)”
“You can’t make a living as a musician! How will you support me and any others who come along?”
“All right, all right,” Jim surrendered. Jim was tired of the same argument over and over again. “I promise I’ll get a more practical job. What was it you said? One where ‘I get my hands dirty.’” Jim smiled. The smile frustrated Estelle. It frustrated her because she couldn’t fight that smile. All the hardness she had built up during the course of an argument evaporated and left her naked. Continue reading “To Remember and Forget (Part 2)”
Sorry it has been a while since my last post! Here is the next story included in my capstone! Hope you enjoy!
To Remember and Forget
Estelle held Victor on one hip and Viola on the other as she stood waiting for the soup she could feed them, herself, and the fourth party inside of her. Victor wore a pillowcase Estelle had sewn into a pair of tiny pants and sleeveless shirt. A small blanket hung on Viola’s shoulders. The crisp air warned of winter’s arrival.
When it was their turn to eat, Estelle sat down at a long table with men and women from all walks of life. One man dressed in a suit of potato sacks had no front teeth while the woman sitting next to her wore a tailored jacket. Her shoes and dress were torn, making the jacket look overly luxurious for one of her means. Estelle balanced her twins on either knee as she fed them the watery, tasteless broth. They gobbled it as if it were candy. She nibbled a few bites of stale bread before feeling nauseous. She closed her eyes and breathed. Then she placed the rest of the bread in her coat pocket before leaving. Jim might need something later.
The alleys and streets were full of orphans, hobos, and people whose gaze was tired and desperate. Estelle didn’t look at any of it. Victor and Viola clung to her sides like little monkeys. She boosted them higher and continued walking to the tenement home that waited for her just a few blocks away.
Tattered clothing hung to dry from ropes extending from one building to the next. Estelle opened the sticking door of the flat with a shove and was greeted with the scent of damp mold. Her nausea returned. She put Victor and Viola on the mattress and went to the bathroom. The tub was brown with rust and filth. She hung her head over the wash basin but nothing came up and nothing relieved her nausea. She could feel the squirm of the thing inside her. She wanted to punch it—to eliminate it. Instead she rested her hands on her stomach and sank to the splintering floor. She heard Victor begin to cry in the next room. She got up but the room wouldn’t let her go. It began to spin. The tub, the wash basin, the window, the foul smells, the cries attacked her senses, knocking her back down.
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“Billy! I didn’t know you liked to read!” Viola had looked all over the library for Bill and finally found him hidden in a corner sitting with a book in his lap. He had his back to her and at the sound of her voice twirled around slamming the book shut.
“Good God, woman! Don’t creep up on me like that!”
Viola had finished studying for her history exam, so she picked up her book and immersed herself in a world of cotton fields and southern belles. She sat at a table made of cherry wood, fist at her temple, supporting her head. She felt the shadow of someone in front of her but her eyes remained fixed on the ink-filled pages. The chair screeched against the floor as a man pulled it out to sit down. He drummed his fingers against the table, shifted in his seat, and drummed his fingers some more. Continue reading “Collecting Scents (Part 2)”
Here’s the next story included in my capstone! Hope you enjoy!
“You look beautiful, Viola!” Diana said, fluffing the white veil that hung from the crown of Viola’s head. Diana’s voice was breathy, and Viola could smell the Lily of the Valley perfume that saturated her clothing.
Viola tightened her grip around the bouquet of pink roses and baby’s breath. She had wanted them to be wild violets from her father’s garden, to match her eyes. But Bill had convinced her that traditional and delicate pink roses were more appropriate. Continue reading “Collecting Scents (Part 1)”