It was another day to him at least. He woke up and drank his coffee and left work. She woke up, found nothing, cleaned up his mess and went to work. Just another day with the Haages. At work he administrated and sat there looking important sipping his coffee every once in a while . She rubbed her head as the kids whirled around her in a frenzy. No flowers, no cards, no fanciful greetings. Another day. Her mind was exploding as she drove home, the car horns around her were not helping the case. She turned down her radio as she saw the sun set glinting on top of the metallic cars that lay in front of her. When she walked in she could smell the food. She could smell her hidden candles. But when she walked into the kitchen, nothing. The dining room, nothing. Outside, nothing, but her husband holding the rusty shed keys. “We’re going to go clean out the shed,” he said in his most monotone voice. Her heels hurt, her back ached, and her headache was getting worse. She took off her shoes and walked reluctantly to the shed. The shed had transformed. There were pillows on the floor, food on the coffee table, and a screen put up with an eight millimeter film of their wedding being run. “Happy Anniversary dear” Just a normal day.
Posts Tagged ‘Love’
Identity Theft
05.21
It was midnight at the Laurel Cemetary
A shadow was digging furiously into the ground
Searching for the thing she had left behind
A Credit Card that had fallen inside the coffin
as she had kissed her Husband goodbye
Twitter Fiction – Young Love
05.14
We lasted Forever
We hugged I became the boyfriend
three years old
We didn’t realize how long forever would be
So it lasted
One Day
On the Street
05.13
“We’re leaving now!” she called up the stairs. The young girl was delaying in her room holding the small puff ball in her hands. “NOW!” the girl picked up the small puff kissed it and placed it outside the window. “Goodbye, Fluffy” the cat mewed and looked up at the blonde pig-tailed girl closing the window leaving the small kitten outside. “ALLISON!” the voice boomed up the stairs again. “Bye!” she said in her quietest voice leaving Fluffy to stare at his own reflection. The ribbon around its neck blew in the shore’s breeze.
Summer had ended and the houses were being boarded up as the vacationers were leaving for the summer. The window’s scratches did not help him to get into the building he once called his home. The roof was on the top of the stilted beach house, Cats may always land on his feet but Kittens often do not. Limping along the gravel road the gulls mocking his every move. The night was cold and he was frozen to the bone, his purring no longer a source of pleasure but the vibration to keep himself warm inside the dumped pizza box. In the morning he woke up ready to pounce on his little girl to find only the remains of a pizza and a dog ready to make sum ruckus.
Bloodied, the smell of fish attracted him closer and closer to the docks. The once proud ribbon now was dirtied and dragging behind him. His fur was not used to the cold blusts of wind that embattled him as he went closer and closer to the sea and the coolness that was coming from the thwarting waves. The cheers and smiles of children now gone as the beach was covered in the remains of the vacationers. Matted and scruffed Fluffy laid his head down onto the wood, ready to pounce onto the fish he knew lay below. “What ‘ave we got here?” the grisled old man looked down at the tabby his own face worn by his time on the sea “Well, you won’t get any fish from down there, here” he held up some by the tail “You like ‘em?” Fluffy looked up at the fish his instinct to pounce at the fish he went up. “Come on home with me ‘lil one..” he scooped up the kitten and stuffed him in his trench pocket of his coat. “I think I’ll call you Pisco” together they walked off the docks looking forward to their dinner.
Cunctator
05.12
It was a breezy March day in North Carolina and the wind was ripping apart the new leaves from the trees, delaying from their comfortable new home. Women and men though braved the weather and came out on the street, dresses and hats picked up at times and flung every which way. The door to the soda shop was open though as a young women walked walked in her finger-waved hair now blustered by the wind, “Thank you” she said to the boy holding the door and went to the counter and sat down. “Hiya Betty,” the acne-covered boy asked “What wouldya like today?” She placed her coat on the counter beside her as she adjusted her skirt for those wandering eyes. “Just some coffee thank you” she set down the menu she had in her hands, an ice cream was too cold for a day like today. “Coffee? I guess I’ll have some of that too,” the boy from the door had sat down next to her. The soda jerk walked to the back counter to get the hot drinks that were seldom sold. “Y’know they say Coffee will stunt your growth missus,” the man said taking off his hat to show a fresh buzz cut and a clean face “wouldn’t do any good for a woman like you” She spun on her seat to face the man. “And what makes you the authority on what is right for me or not?” he gave a side smile “My name in Jim and I’m a Marine miss..”
The weeks turned into month with each letter from him promising that he would be home for Christmas and in that small town the mailman would wink and smile and would wait for Betty to run up and ask for her letter. The letters came every other week. His handwriting was gritty but she wrote back in her flowery calligraphy and scented it with her perfume to make him think of her. She waited one, two, and three Christmas’s for her solider to come home.
“I do” Together they walked down the aisle of the small church with the town gathered to watch them get married. Her dress was white and the veil flew behind her blending in with the rice that was being showered down from everywhere she looked at him and he smiled at her as the cans clattered down the road after the happily married couple.
Her hair was snow white as he bent over her on the bed. Their hands clasped together. The room was empty except for the two of them. So hollow and white. Her hair blended in with the pillowcase that propped up her head up. Her body that had been an image of hope to him now laid shrivled up. “I love you, and I’ll be home for Christmas” she closed her eyes as she no longer clinged onto her pain and embraced the love that they always had.