Short Story : A Story?

“Listen here no matter how either of you feel about it none of you can say a single damn word to anyone, especially the rest of the group or my parents.” I demanded in worry.

“She’s right, maybe we shouldn’t,” my mom squeaked. My sister tugged on my mom’s shirt.

For the next hour, the family waited. Finally, Dr. Lange entered the waiting room and said, “Ashley is going to be okay. She had lost so much blood before she got to the hospital there was no way to save the baby. Does the father know she is in the hospital?”

It was a hot afternoon in the summer of 1896 when the Stranger in Black Denim rode his horse toward the godforsaken town on the backside of the Oklahoma Territory. Stopping on the outskirts of town, he heard the windmill’s broken vane rhythmically click-clacking with each turn in the steady west wind. The dry-scraping sound of its pump echoed the plight of the town: too little rain, not enough water. Many of the storefronts were boarded up, and few people were walking its dusty streets. Surviving this ecological downturn were the town hall, a livery stable, a general store, a saloon, and a hotel.

The car came to a stop, making a rumbling noise as the engine dies. I see a light and a sign that says Molly's Motel, I gather my things and get out of the car into the pouring rain. I run onto the porch of the old, victorian house. Inside has an old musty smell, the room is lit with burning candles. I then remind myself that it's only for one night. I walk over to the counter, where an old woman with white, crazy hair, stood playing with her pen. On the away over there, one of the board floors snapped and I fall into the floor. I push myself out from the floor, then continue to the counter. Caught up in her fascination with her pen, I clean my throat.

It started when she was five and it has never ended since. Her mother, a woman of plants, came to her with the dirt on her shorts from the mums she’d worked with. Her long brown hair pulled back into a bun with small streaks of blonde. The mother checked in at the daycare’s desk. Mom’s here.

through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”

My eyes widen in astonishment to hear we're the ones making her feel nervous, I'm practically quaking in my shoes. With faltering steps, Alice lead us towards the empty sofa, where we sit close together. Though the fire radiates enough heat to fill the room, I feel the chill around us emitting from the ice queen. A set of icy hands holds me to my seat, yet my spontaneous eyes gaze at the curious couple entertaining us this evening.

It was the summer going into fourth grade. Waking up that morning my mom, short with brown curly hair, surprised me with a big box that had come from the mail. She said “Your aunt Claire from Colorado sent you some new clothes to have.” I opened the box and came to find a whole bunch of different clothes like tank tops, shorts, and bathing suits. I had noticed that there were doubles of some of the clothes.

“Why bother,” Penny huffed. “We already know it’ll be something crazy. They’ll probably tell us to jump off the building, to just trust them! What’ll you do then, Lennon?”

“Come on guys, it’s not that bad, you’re overreacting.” she exclaimed, followed with a soft laugh. My mom laughed along too.

“It’s fine, honey,” My Mom said, “don’t worry about it”. There was no way I was going to let her help me.

Weeping, Marlene asked, “When they come in, will you tell them about Mom? Every time I think about her, I start crying.”

“Kind of…” His mother nodded her head in agreement. Her voice became hushed as she looked back down at her coffee.

“Your mother isn’t happy about the two of us,” I asked, overly concerned. “But, we had yet to have our first date.”