A Short Story : A Story?

“Bye, mom. I’ll walk to school today. I love you.” Jeana exclaimed as she bolted out the door.

He was a golfer, and that is what he did to pass the time. After a long fight he finally passed. It did not hit her until he never came home for dinner one night after the time when he would normally be playing golf. “He was a loving man and the final words he said to me were ‘I am happy with everything I have, and I am especially proud, and love having you.

“Once you get your school done you can walk over to Tommy's house”, she implied.

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.

Allen’s heart seized as he watched his father’s body crumple to the ground before him. The smile on Ellie’s face told him she’d hit exactly who she wanted to and that wasn’t going to go unanswered.

She didn't talk when she woke up, I said "Casey. I do love you." She let out a deep breath but didn't look at me or talk. Her mom arrived at the hospital, she took a quick flight out to make sure Casey was okay. She brushed her hair "Honey. Why did you do that to yourself?" It was like she couldn't speak; a tear fell from her cheek. She whispered "When can I leave?" Her mom hugged her "Honey please tell me why you felt like you had to commit suicide? What's going on?" Casey sniffled and inhaled but didn't speak, I stood up "It was my fault." Her mom looked up "How could this be your fault?" I started tearing up "I couldn't tell her how I felt, my mind froze." Casey looked up "Mom can I talk to him alone?" Her mom got up and went out of the room, I sat back down "I'm sorry. I just couldn't get myself to say anything, I can't hurt you anymore."

The restaurant was a typical family place. It was in a valley alongside a busy, steeply sloped street in a northwest suburb. It seemed protected somehow—ensconced, grounded, stable in the earth. Paul, hardly able to believe he was doing this, pulled into the parking lot. Shaking his head he made his way in.

Sneaking into her own house, well past her bedtime, Veronica sorely regretted sending her dad only one 'be home soon!' text, hours before. She knew she should've told him how late she was going to be, but that would've entailed telling him where she, in fact, was... Fondly, she remembered their old house, with it's two floors, and thick walls, and multitude of windows to shimmy into. Turning the doorknob to her actual house, with a soft click of her key, Veronica was in, still holding her breath. Maybe she could sneak off to bed, get some sleep-

Seated on his couch, watching a black and white movie, Cander attempts to unwind from the days work. Still present is a scatter of papers across the table in front of him. His phone rings, surprised to receive a call at so late of an hour, he answers inquisitively.

“No, let's not leave at 6 your plan isn't even finished if you expect me to do this we ought to think this through what if the guy at the junkyard shows up.”

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

The city was ablaze with activity. People walked to and fro, too absorbed in their own lives to pay Blake any attention. He certainly did not mind. He strolled down the streets steadily.

She twirled the keys around her pointer finger before slotting them into the keyhole and locking it, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. She tucked a strand of curly hair that had fallen out of it’s ponytail behind her ear as she turned the sign from open to closed. Turning around, she leaned her back against the shop windows, peered at the rows of flower arrangements along the walls, and sighed. Vivian pulled her apron over her head and hung it back on the tacky, rusted, flower hooks on the wall, then pulled her rolled up sleeves down to her freckled wrists. Just another day, she guessed.

Pidge sighed and flopped down onto her bed. "Ugh... I'm so bored," she muttered. She lied there, staring at the ceiling blankly. She blinked, the ceiling light making her squint. No wonder her eyesight was so bad. She turned over and picked up her phone. As the screen lit up, she had an idea. She called Lance.

“I’m not sure but it’s a big, swirling, gas like oval. It looks kind of like a small black hole, only blue instead of black. Wait a minute, is that the portal thing you've been working so hard on, I cant’t believe you finished it honey. Are you surprising us by coming through it?”