A Short Story : A Story?

The lady slowly turns around and I glare into her bloodshot eyes as she mutters, “Oh silly little girl, you are not going home

She was stupid she thought. If she had a modicum of sense she would have told someone, she thought as she went behind the motel, the moon was full and glishing, once upon a time such light meant no monsters should come to prey. The grass was flat and crystallized with ice. There motel had no noise apart from the whistling of the wind, leaves rustling as it passed through the trees.

“Good. I saw my daughter and she has a son. I also met her husband. Thank you Mi Patron for letting me see my daughter.”

“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”

"Well we have a telephone inside." The man says, coming to stand next to the woman. He looks gruff and that he beats people up for a living. I puff out my chest, my eyes narrowing.

“I’m not sure. I see Mrs. Rimas let’s go see her, maybe she’ll know,” he says. As I look around again, everyone is already outside talking and the NKVD are yelling at one another. We walk up to Mrs. Rimas, who is already outside talking with others. She is smiling and laughing for the first time I’ve personally had the pleasure to see. She looks beautiful, reminding me of mother.

“You’re saying that now but it’s not as exciting as you think it is. All Mrs. Sorun does is bother me all day, not to mention I have to watch my back at all times because I don’t know what might happen if she snuck up behind me. “

She turned around to see her older sister standing there. "Jesus Christ, Elizabeth," she exclaimed, chest loosening in relief. "You scared the shit out of me!"

She wears a bright yellow sweater. The woman introduces herself as Elizabeth, the neighbour from down the hall.

“I’ll tell you what I can in a moment,” Viviana said, changing tack. “You want to talk to Lillian badly, don’t you?”

“Oh my!” the woman at the door says. “Well, I know I have something. I’ll be right back.”

Sarah Montgomery sat on the small ledge by the window seat, watching longingly as happy children walked home from school. Murphy was on her lap, whom she was petting gently. Sarah took one last glance out the window before heading downstairs, with Murphy following at her heels.

Leaving the motel on Highway 74 around 3:00 o’clock, Marlene drove faster than usual to get home ahead of Jerry and Andrew. Smiling, her thought lingered on the last few hours spent with her lover. Pulling into the garage, Marlene parked her Mercedes, brushed her hair put on fresh lipstick, before going into the house, relieved she was home when her husband and father-in-law arrived. Wanting to surprise them, she went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee, sat down at the counter and glanced through the mail.

Hetty brought a tortoise the day after her daughter died. Her only daughter, as it turned out. Her only daughter and her only tortoise, as it had also turned out. That was almost twenty years ago. The tortoise, Bertram, was, all these years later, still going strong. Still ambling around the house like an old man with dementia, bumping into furniture, getting lodged beneath furniture and nibbling said furniture in case it turned out to be as edible (or more edible) than it appeared. Sometimes, often in fact, he would creep up behind Hetty while she was doing the washing up or making breakfast, lunch or dinner and she was now in the habit, had been for approximately nineteen and a half years, of checking where she was putting her feet before moving away from the sink, the cooker or the kitchen surface, or anywhere else she had been standing still for longer than a couple of minutes, so as to prevent herself from feeling Bertram’s hard carapace beneath her foot, or worse, hearing the soft crunch of that carapace being crushed beneath her shoe.

myself breakfast suddenly I hear a knock at the door and as I went to open it I see Liam standing there with a box “ merry christmas “ he said “ you shouldn’t have gotten me anything” I told him “just open the box” he said and there was a ring made of gold with little snowflakes around it, “ it’s beautiful but why would you get me this “ I ask him “ the ring is made from a special type of gold and the snowflakes represents the times we have been together” he tells me. “It’s lovely thank you but I have gotten anything for you” I tell him , “ it’s okay the best gift you could gave me is being mine” he replied. As the years went on I started to wonder what happened that night that I pass out as I start to remember i start to feel this weird but powerful energy and I let out this loud scream and as I look up into the sky little snowflakes start to fall down and the sky starts to get dark that’s where adam came in a hurry and tells me that he has to talk to me. “ what the hell adam it’s been two years since we seen each other and know you just want to talk if like nothing didn’t happened” I told him, “ I know but you don’t know why I stop talking to you” he said “ the only thing thing I remember is that liam told me that you didn’t want to be my friend and that hurt but you know what hurt the most that you told liam instead of talking to me” I replied , “ that’s not what happened Liam lied to you he told you those lies so that he could keep you to himself” he said “ what the