Short Writing : A Short Story

She empties the shopping cart toy and gave one by one the grocery toys to Mrs. Flores. Isabella watched and smile at her as she pretends eating

“Yeah, Liam, we got it.” Logan replies, and helps me scoop the cookies onto a plate. I walk them out to the counter of the unopened bakery. It’s supposed to open at seven, so in five minutes, but it might be opening ten or so minutes late because Logan and I still have to finish the bread and cookies. “Hey Krisha, I’ll deal with the food if you want to make sure everything out there is ready.” Logan calls from the back room.

“Yes. Now why don’t you go in the kitchen and fix us a couple of your awarding winning Rubin sandwiches and I’ll go get the cards.”

“We’re here. It’s a mess, but there’s a toilet and bath you can use for the time being.” When I look around inside, I see that it’s a simple studio apartment. He sits me down on the sofa, then immediately gets me some warm milk.

We get up and walk upstairs. We walk through the kitchen to see Lisa cooking breakfast.

“Yes, actually. I just took out a fresh tray of Macarons for you two to try!”

Smiling, she bundles herself up in her mother’s old wardrobe, absorbing the lavender aroma and the cozy feel of the room.

Lauren: I had some right outside the door; I’m going to go call my parents to let them know we have made it.

“Well, Norrie, that’s what I made and so you’ll eat them. I don’t make breakfast just for you, you know.”

It went by fast. I met Raina at my house. I prepped dinner, which was salad, and grabbed the four hundred of my dresser. I drove us both to the mall.

I slowly open and rub my groggy eye's looking for my phone that's blaring my alarm. I finally find it and quickly turn it off. I check the time, 10:30 am. I look out my window and realize what a gloomy Saturday morning it is in New York. I tumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I take a quick cold shower in hope it's going to wake me up. I get out and throw on some light blue jeans and a red sweater. i throw my wet hair into a messy bun and do some simple makeup.

“I’m going to put together little treat bags for the children,” explained Audra, taking hold of the crate that held the food and

You sigh, brushing a strand of hair away from your brow, and then picked up the white basket of the boys’ clothes you had been sorting. You brace it against your hip and trudge up the stairs, grateful that this was the last chore you had in store for the day.

She flashes a smile before going back to the box she had left on the floor. In one swoop she picks up

She points giggling. Get dressed mister." Right. I quickly change, grabbing my suitcase and running up the stairs two at a time.