Willow Springs: A Short Story

Kit sat in a corner chair, during one of her mother’s doctor appointments. Her mother was perched on the center exam table. Kit pointed out to the doctor that her mother was acting odd, belligerent, even though she was snippy before, her mother, was acting more childlike sticking out her tongue when the doctor tuned his back, becoming angry when she was asked questions. If the conversation wasn’t about her, she became angry and demanded they spoke only about her.

The next morning, Joshua drove his Lexis down his mother’s driveway and parked. Before getting out of the car, he glanced at the red roses growing along the side of his mother’s house. Shaking his head, he whispered, “Mom and her

When Mrs. Mallard first heard the awful news about her husband she began to weep. She straight to her room, because she felt like she needed to be alone. Seconds later

She stood up quickly as soon as her mother made eye contact with her, an instant smile appeared on her mother’s face. Sadly, the same could not be said about her. Instead she looked frightened, perhaps, at least that was what she felt. It was

Although there was the familiar, homey feeling of peace, there was also a sense of apprehension that would not go away. Muriel headed towards Sister Leta, the cook who was busy toasting homemade wheat bread and percolating the coffee. Muriel started serving coffee and toast to those who wanted it. There was no current information at this point about what had occurred, or to explain the light, yet there was growing concern. Even though there was coffee to be served, tables to be set up, and spoons and napkins to set out, the reporter side of Muriel came out, as she searched for anybody who might have information about what was going on. She loved to dig for information, and this was a night to dig.

Meanwhile, at John’s house, Mrs. Merly pulled into the driveway. She got out of car, opened the door, and let out a shriek as she entered the house. The walls were splattered with blood and all the picture frames were torn down. She immediately ran to the phone and dialed 911, but the telephone wires were chewed up. She ran to the door, but it slammed shut in front of her. She stood there for a second horrified about the immense danger she was

“We’re here prugna dulce, at our new restaurant! Let’s open the doors to the public.” Josephine squealed in excitement. My grandmother shuffled to the back of the restaurant and worked for no more than 30 minutes until she was finally met with her mother’s real side. The wrath and violence seemingly spewed out of her mouth as she went to slap my grandmother because she had apparently mixed too much oregano and basil into the delectable pasta sauce. This sent her into a rage and she threw pots and pans everywhere, she was throwing a tantrum like a toddler would. All of these events sent Jennifer’s heart rate through the roof as she stood like a statue,

“Hello? Ah yes, this is Martha, Patrick's mother. We heard about what happened, and…” Martha’s voice wavered

The room went silent, as if in anticipation. Dan's mother's eye turned dark and unreadable. It was hard to tell where her look of confusion ended and her look of fear started. Squatting down to Dan's eye level, Mrs. Howell

She began to ponder who would be the next target on her mystery criminal’s list. Worried, she dialed the house phone and instructed her maids to keep eyes on her cat. At supper, she thought the meal was excellent and to be made more occasionally. She threw it all up when she was told it was her beloved cat, Benny. The maids firmly confirmed that they did not make the meal, it was swapped with their dinner they prepared. Either way, Melinda was upset and fired the girls on the spot without hearing their reasoning. Melinda felt that the only person she could trust now was her husband, Jerami, but he would not be back until late tonight. Her head felt the size of a basketball from the migraine she suffered.

Pacing back and forth almost crashing into the food and clothes on the small, ragged floor. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her mother staring straight at her. Clara’s mum pointed to the small chair in the corner of the room, “sit down” she said. Clara sat down hesitantly, anxious of what her mother would say in reply to her sudden outburst.

The fair Tizbeth came up and curtsied. “Lord Donovan, I am the daughter of your knight, Sir Louis.”

Later on they would go to their make-out place an old abandoned school parking lot. That's all they did nothing else. Okay back to the story Willowdean and Bo were fine and everything was going good but then something happened. Bo was going to move schools and didn’t tell Will she got mad. The only reason she got mad is because she found out from his step-mom instead of hearing it from him. They got in a argument so she she decided she would quit her job and work at a place called The Chili Bowl. After that her and Bo talked a little bit trying to get through what was going on. They only saw each other in school. So Bo asked Will to meet with him so he could explain what happened she agreed and they met after school at her car. He

Yiayia's meatballs smell delicious as usual. I wonder how many I'll taste this week as I squeeze onto the lemon colored bench. The side door continuously opens as more family pile into the cozy kitchen. No one dares to miss eating my grandmother's spaghetti and meatballs; why would they? Burning buns are in the toaster over, steam off the pasta clouds the kitchen, and we're all packed in like sardines. Papou brings in the folding chairs to ensure everyone has a place at the table. By six o'clock, roll call had begun. “Is Cousin Tori at work? Is Auntie Karen still napping?” Yiayia interrogates as she always knows when someone is missing. At five years old, I didn’t realize how much these weekly Sunday dinners would influence who I'd become.

Kailani and her dad sit at a table. A waitress, walks up to their table and Kailani looks at her face and realizes that it’s Alana. Alana is Kailani’s best friend at work. “Kailani! Oh my goodness hi! I haven’t seen you in a while where have you been!?” exclaimed Alana. Kailani recalls the letter, reciting that no one must know what has happened. “Nevermind that. I’m ready to order.” “Okay. What would you like?” “I’ll have the Fish Sandwich with french fries and a Coca-Cola please.” “And you Mr. Hale?” “I’ll have the Classic Burger and Seven-Up.”