A Short Story : A Story?

After hesitating a moment, Papa says, “Now, I don’t know anything about all that woman stuff; that is something you will have to talk to Becky, Aunt Georgiana, or Jenny about- I didn’t tell him, but that woman stuff happened well before our talk that day, and when it did, it scared the dickens out of me!

“What are you doing here?” She heard her mother hiss angrily, “My husband is not

Mrs. Rowe shrugged. “I guess. I like to think we have a pretty good relationship.” Jane thought of her own mother and smiled bitterly. Mrs. Rowe seemed to notice Jane’s preoccupation and changed the subject. “Thank you for staying after to work with her. I’m sure that budget hoarding Li isn’t paying you for it.”

“Sis.... I was worried that my abortion would get back to mom. What would she think if she found out about Gilbert and me?”

As I closed the door, “Marie, honey we’re in here!” I heard from down the hallway.

After spending several hours, in the motel with Frank, Marlene showered, dressed, and started to leave, the raven-haired beauty, picked up her purse, going toward the door, she said, “Thanks for a lovely time. I need to go, love you.”

“You keep saying that Riles,” said his mother. “What is it you are trying to do?”

After spending several hours, in the motel with Frank, Marlene showered, dressed and was ready to leave. The raven-haired beauty with a taste for the expensive things in life, picked up her purse, going toward the door, she said, “Thanks for a wonderful time, but I need to leave.”

"You said you're going to pretend to be my girlfriend and want me to call you slut, whore, bitch, tramp." He smiled and add. "You also want to pretend I'm impregnating you. Dam mom, you told me this last week. Don't you remember?"

It was August and Gemini woke to the warm sensation of summer tickling her face. As she looked outside, she saw all the beautiful flowers growing in the garden. “Gemini, Gemini! Breakfast is ready!” called her aunt, Georgia as Gemini ran down the stairs. She was met with a scent that put a smile on her face. Her aunt had made her favorite, bacon and eggs. As Gemini was munching on her meal her sister came rushing down the stairs already dressed. “Gemini, why don’t you come to the market with me to get medicine for mother?” her sister said as she packed her bag with some money. “Of course!” Gemini said smiling as she sprinted up the stairs to get dressed. She pulled out a traditional blue village dress and tied her hair in a neat bun like all the other village girls. Before running back downstairs, Gemini went to her mother’s room and made her drink the soup aunt georgia had prepared. “Drink mother” Gemini said as she helped her mother up to drink from the wooden bowl. Her mother was very ill. She had an illness that Gemini’s father had passed away from. Most of the apothecaries thought it was impossible to to treat, but not Gemini. After saying bye to her mom and her aunt, she jumped into the carriage with her sister. “I can’t wait!” Gemini said. As they rode off into the marketplace, Gemini’s face flushed with excitement. She saw people big and small tall and short and even at and thin. Before her sister could even say a word, Gemini ran up to all the market stands where

Angrily, Jerry said, “I was afraid this would happen. Katherine wouldn’t listen when I told her to lock the doors and set the alarm before going to bed,” Jerry said, going to the kitchen and returned with a cup of coffee in each hand. After giving one to Marlene, he sat down on the sofa and sipped the other one, suggesting that she rest, but she refused.

“The forecast did not call for this!” Lena cries, holding her backpack over her head, running like a maniac. The rain is pouring from the sky like a waterfall cascading down. It’s freezing. Each drop hitting my skin creates a forest of goosebumps on contact. The ankles of my pants are soaked. I can feel my stomach in my mouth; we’re running faster than we ever have in our lives. Each breath, cool and crisp.

With no more tears left to cry, wiping her eyes with a tissue, Marlene called her husband. When he answered the phone, she screamed, “Jerry, someone smashed her head! She is dead. Who would kill her?” She asked, dropping the phone on the floor covering her face with her hands screaming her mother’s name.

It was getting colder now that the sun was gone. Not freezing cold necessarily, but there was a definite uncomfortable bite to it.

It was the smell of smoke that was the reason I awoke on that dreadful night.The smoke was not from that of a candle nor of a fire, but rather the heavy pungent smoke from a cigarette.The unmistakable scent sent shivers racing up my spine and memories seeping into my brain.In the 25 years, I have lived only one individual I had encountered smoked strawberry cigarettes.I sat silently and pleaded that I was still dreaming, that the scent was conjured up by my imagination.And when I finally did sit up in bed I let out a blood-curdling scream.Standing in the doorway of the room watching me intently was my father.