A Short Story : A Story?

"You know very well how I am doing, John." Her look stern and not leaving him for a

Slowly she began to back away toward back door; she pressed her back against the fly screen and wrapped her hand around the door handle. Footsteps made their way toward their door and a fist banged against the wood, the door ricocheting off the fist and wiggling. Her mother then gasped and slowly walked to the door, wrapping her hand around her belly she opened the door and Djinda darted to hide in the kitchen.

She took one last glance before running out the door and up the driveway. As she heard the rickety old bus coming down the hill the brakes came to a screeching

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

Right then she heard hard heavy footsteps outside in the corridor before her door was flung open. She opened her mouth to scream but then she realized it was her husband and she started to laugh instead. “Oh you scared me dear.

Addison studied the question. “First of all, what makes you think Faith wants a threesome that includes me?”

“She can’t be around my house anymore. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to her. She did this to him. Don’t you get it? She took his eyes.”

“I know the feeling, my little man,” said Carlton, stripping down to his drawers. He gestured to Audra. “Let me take him

Kenneth slowly walks up to the door and peeks in the kitchen. Once he looked in the kitchen, all he could see was a havoc. His mother walks up behind him all sweaty and out breath.

She walked in the next morning and didn’t see him she was nearly fully dressed. She was so shocked that she lost control and slammed the door. She quickly regretted it. She tiptoed like if she was walking in the room of someone very sick or a stranger. She

Slowly opening the door, she stuck her head into the room, it was dim and dusty. Sitting on the bed Charles sat, staring at his feet, not recognizing his mother’s arrival. She sat next to him.

to get into the house as she had seen someone siting there.she thought it to be her mother’s

“I would…if I could find her.” But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t point his wife out to this woman. He wanted to find his wife and then make a quick exit. Maybe his wife had stepped outside to hear so she could call to check on the boys. His lager rung the garbage can nearby. “Sorry. Excuse,” he told the woman, headed in the direction of the door to join his wife in the cool night air. Once outside John froze, his stomach plummeting.

A car door opened and then closed. The sound of her husband’s keys jingling against each other reached her ears, followed by the sound of the front door opening and then closing. She shut her eyes.

“That doesn’t matter,” Arthur sneered. “If we bring him the girl, then he can have a superb meal, and allow us to rule this place with him.”