Short Story

“Goodbye,” she said in a shaky voice. She couldn’t look at him. She did the worst thing any mother could, sell their child’s life. She knew that she didn’t deserve his love, he deserved better.

With her hands wiggling , feet shaking , and her heart beating she says “ I have to speak with you to for a minute please.”

She wanted to tell her. Her tongue danced with the need to spill every detail about what her eyes witnessed a few hours earlier. She wanted her mother to know about James betrayal and that he could not be trusted, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to say the words she wanted to say. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just missed you is all.”

Kicking his shoes off, he pushed into her toucheses "So considerate babe," and returned the lingering kiss, his lips moving softly against hers. "And, I believe we've already started," He issued a light spank to her butt, before he slid his hand back up and curled his fingers gently in her hair. Richard pulled Lexi's head back and placed a bite on he neck, simultaneously wriggling his hips until his pants dropped down his legs and to the floor. "However, you're a little behind." Repaying her for her mischeviousness, he nudged her backwards, halfway into the shower, but not quite under the water which patterned onto the tile floor and raised steam around them, tugged her blouse loose of her pants, slipped his hand under the fabric and deftly unsnapped the clasp of her bra.

“Just leave!” Isabelle stomps her foot while uttering a few inaudible words and leaves furiously.“Who’s she calling girlfriend anyway, I don’t have the time for those things.” Walter thinks as he gets back to work for the customer that walks in after Isabelle leaves.

Her heart pounded all the more. This really wasn’t like her. Usually she was quiet when it came to men. Usually she would turn at the first sign of attraction. Heartbreak was way too much for her to handle and it always came with the men that she chose.

She slapped a palm to her forehead. “Oh, wow, why didn’t I think of that?” Stalking to the opening, “I don’t want your help… and, you can talk to your damned self.” Her voice tumbled into the empty hallway. “Dickhead.”

Once dinner was over, Margaret cleaned the kitchen and went to the family room to watch TV with Andrew. Picking up the phone, Andrew said, “Bill left a message at work, I’m going to call him to see what he wanted.”

Entering the house together with one glimpse of their dad, Ashley and Mark knew something was wrong Ashley asked, “What is it?”

“How many times do I have to tell you to let go of me?!” She screams sharply, tugging and pulling violently against the secured fist gripped around her delicate wrists that were leaving ugly, purple bruises and cuts on her colorless skin.

He first glimpsed the sun as it rose above the bell of a French horn.

In his arms, Frederica couldn't help blushing slightly. She closed her eyes, appreciating his warmth. They didn't stay closed for long, however, since she started to feel his weight shift onto her as he began to lean forward.

It was Christmas Eve day in London, England 2015 and Baltimore was in a staring with his cat Shawlings. “Blast!!!” he called out. “You’ve beaten me once again in another staring contest, Shawlings. I don’t know how you do it”. Shawlings starred as Baltimore hopped off of his bed to get his phone and text his all-time and only best friend Sebastian. Baltimore: Hey, Bastian, you wanna come over now?... He noticed that Sebastian hadn’t texted back as fast as usual. He looks over to Shawlings. “He isn’t texting back like he usually does, Shawlings… Oh well I guess I’ll just call him in about five minutes” he said; jumped onto the bed to continue his staring contest with Shawlings.

A small, sad smile pulled at Alayna’s lips as her jade green eyes began to water. She clutched Janna tightly to her and stroked the girl’s mousey brown ringlets in a comforting manner. She struggled to find the right words to assure the young girl nearly six-and-ten but found very little that might help, “There, there, little sister. I won’t be gone long. You’ll barely have time to miss me.”

Dropping Mrs. Spaulding, Anna ran to the nearest house and began pounding on the blue door as she shouted, “Have you seen my son? Tom is just a young boy, and I’m scared. If he doesn’t come home soon, he’ll