Cleo: A Short Story

“We’ll have to call Cress,” Mr. Delahanty said finally. “Your father’s likely not to last out the night. She’s his only grandchild. She ought to be here.”

Clarisse was forgotten, she wasn’t remembered. She was gone. Simply gone. Due to the rumor Mildred spread around town, many believed Clarisse had unfortunately died in a car accident. Others created their own fictional story of Clarisse’s mysterious disappearance. Those who ignored her had no idea that she was gone, or that she even existed in the first place. However, few knew the real story behind Clarisse and what really happened after her so called “car accident”.

She already had four children with different men, three of which stayed with her and once who lived with his father in New England. She felt that marrying this man and moving to Chicago could let her gain some respect back that she had lost here. She will finally be married and her children will have a father to care for them. She will no longer be a single woman with children working to make it by; she will be a married woman with a supporting husband and a regular life. She feels that moving will also give her children a chance to succeed in life, we see this when she thinks “Her children at last from underneath the detrimental wheel. A chance to be on top.” She will be in a new place so her mistakes from Mississippi will be hidden from the new people she meets and this is a relief to Roselily.

“Get in the car now.” she spoke with words so calm on the surface, yet I could see the concern behind her eyes. Nursing had taught her to conceal concern and panic, but not good enough to conceal it when dealing with her own daughter. I jumped in the car with hopes it would lead me to the end of whatever this awful pain could be.

She was reminded of her mother again when she was a single mother with two children. She had to get her blood tested because she thought it was a test to see if she had her mother's disease. She was terrified to get the results because she did not want to leave her children. She would put her life on the line for her children, by teaching her children fire drills and putting them to sleep on her break. She was a very good mother.

She understood her disposition at the time,"I tell you I ain't used to livin' like this. I coulda made somethin' of myself." She said darkly, "Maybe I will yet." And then her words tumbled out in a passion of communication, as though she hurried before her listener could be taken away. "I lived right in Salinas," she said. "Come there when I was a kid. Well, a show come through, an' I met one of the actors. He says I could go with that show. But my ol' lady wouldn' let me. She says because I was on'y fifteen. But the guy says I coulda. If I'd went, I wouldn't be livin' like this, you bet." (5.34) This quote lets the reader realize that Curley’s wife understands she is nothing there but Curley’s wife and therefore she wants to be free, yet if she really was gonna leave she would have long

Hazel fell to the floor in tears. Sobbing for her son, whom she barely got to know. Hoping he wasn’t gone forever. Yet she

“You're all done.” Eve said. I look at her, stand up and reach to get my phone. I click the on button and see a message.

She picked up the phone and tried her best to put a smile in her voice. “Hello, Mrs. Selfwill. What can I do for you?”

Estelle Louise glares at Clemmie Sue then turns to Beth and said with a smile in her voice, “I wants to be thanking you for this here reading. Right now, I be feeling so spiced up, cause. imma knowing the good Lord, be smiling down on me,

She shook her head from side to side. “It’s not a problem.” Which really it wasn’t though she wasn’t exactly sure if they had anyone back in town that need them. She shrugged her shoulders and shifted her head from side to side. It wasn’t her problem if they did. “That’s true. Hold as much as you can carry.” She said with a slight nod of the head, a smile quickly spreading across her face. “I believe you.” She in a soft voice, her head dropping towards the side.

When Braeden got to the room door, she stopped, her mother's sleeping form directly in her eyesight. She looked paler than she did the last time Braeden saw her, but she supposed that was to be expected since she was getting worse. Still, it was strange for her to see the woman that was once full of life and joy, confined to a bed.

Cleo, fearing for his life, with a nervous smile, not even opening his mouth, barely moving his lips, says “Don’t worry, my king. My efforts will find no end until Cerberus quiets down.”

She firmly held her son's hands and sincerely spoke out. "Before we procreate like wild animal for the next few days and enjoying the best sex of our life. I need you to understand something, Matt. When you ejaculate your potent seed in mommy's pussy, there's no reset button. My body cant handle this many babies at once. Are you sure you want to put mommy through this?"

A long time ago there lived a king who's wife had passed away years prior, which made the man bitter as could be. Though the beauty from his wife's passing ensured the sway arrival of little Cleo, the princess to be, was not seen in her fathers eyes. The king discarded young Cleo and to the ground she fell, she wasn’t  clean nor schooled, she was just like you or me. In the dirt she worked erasing her own true beauty. She was forgotten most of her life and when is became of age where she could look after herself she ran into the woods. Cleo was only 12 and alone or so it did seem.