Pucky: A Short Story

Emma squeezed her eyes as she fought to keep tears back. It was hard to think about her mother, whom she never lied to her before.

" Hey, Slutt Puppy, did you see those kids back here along the barbed-wire fence?". He said they were yelling as he passed by. I asked him what they were yelling and he said: " Daaaaady Daaaaady ". The yellow freight driver shut up, and everyone else that heard this clowning kept laughing. Then, in what appeared to be a voice way off in the background, kept calling me. I go, " who yelling at me ", and the voice said " Me, Rodknocker. I left you in El Paso five days ago and you had them stirred up down there after they got some racial stuff started! " He told me that when I was born, I must of been dropped on my head. I said " No, I fell off the shelf".......................

By the time i showered and dressed and came down stairs Riddley was gone and the dished dried and put away.

    “Thank you so much,” Jake replied. When he got home he ate 3 pieces of and and 2 bowls of ice cream.

“Her mother's death has hit her hard.,” Luv answered as she turned herself to face her mother.

“Mom” I said my voice cracking as I covering my mouth. She held out her arms as I rushed forward hodling her tightly as I sobbed into her shoulder. She placed a comforting hand onto the back of my head. “I’m so sorry mom” I said into her shoulder crying hysterically.

Just then, the girl turned and spoke to him. Pointing to one food item in the serving line she asked, “What do you suppose they call that?”

“Y-yes, because of Dad.” Her eyes gleamed and her lips trembled but she was smiling when she brought him into a hug which he returned, inhaling her comforting scent.

“Siiiiiiiiiiiip siiiiiip.” The pieces of chicken from the caldo de pollo dangled from besides her nose and everywhere else. Her shirt was damped with chicken broth that had previously dripped from her spoon as she slurped. As she ate the next spoonful of broth, she brutally licked her lips in order to get that miniscule piece of rice that had escaped her mouth as she held the spoon close to her mouth. Gracie was poor and all her abuelita could afford was chicken, and today she had decided to make the chicken into soup. Gracie enjoyed her pleasant, warm food, but she had a different definition of “enjoying food.” Her definition of enjoying a meal was to eat a meal at any cost including using her hands and licking every single finger. Gracie

While the icing was setting Stephanie had her two girls eat the food she brought. Stephanie

“Denver, what are you doing?” Sethe asked as she put the food from the restaurant on the table. Beloved and Paul D were behind her.

"Comment allez-vous?" Jean asked, a playful smile tugging his lips, brightening his troubled, sympathetic eyes. The sight of this kind man's eyes made the smallest of smiles turn up on my face and I began to feel that lump in my throat. I reminded myself not to think of her to prevent myself from crying those useless tears. Tears won't bring her back.

“Thank you.” Noelle attempted to say as her mouth was stuffed with brownies. She grabbed the cup to take a sip, crumbs covering her fingertips.

“I’m so sorry about what happened Margot,” the teacher began truly sorrowful. “If there is any way I could help you feel better”.

Scotty is a golden retriever. One of the dogs that have the long, soft fur, dark yellow in color, and he always smelled like sweet pine. In school, the guys made fun of him for his beautiful looks, but all the girls loved it. The girls loved him in general, but even then, he never had a girlfriend. Scotty was always friendzoned, the girls didn’t love him as more than a friend. When Scott would hang out with his friends, he’d always have fun, but deep down he was never happy.