A Short Story : A Story?

He came out the shadows after her, making noises again, and she was running and laughing wildly, all her fear sucked up by the thrill. He caught her and swung her around, and she couldn’t breath.

“I don't know, not that I care either.” That was the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice.

“Yes,” his eyebrows drew in, “Rhett will take you and little Easton into the kitchen and you can pick out any thing you want while Stormy and I talk to Miss Sandy. How does that sound?”

“I went off to college, just like your daddy did. I moved back here a few weeks ago. You want to help me set the table?” She wasn’t comfortable answering so many questions.

“Hey, do you know what’s happening?” Mia whispered to the girl next to her. The girl turned and gave her a menacing scowl.

“Hey, do you know what’s happening?” Mia whispered to the girl next to her. The girl turned and gave her a menacing scowl.

The night sky lit up with burning white lights, while the moon hung loosely binding itself to the earth. My heart thumped, with the thrumming of the moving vehicle; while my head spun in circles, continuously repeating the same mantra I have been for the past few days.

It was the winter’s evening. It started becoming dark. Teachers finished their tea. They were about to leave when Rajesh entered in the home. He was stinking of alcohol. He stared all the teachers.

It was just another regular day in New York for Brad. One could tell he was just getting off his night shift from being a custodian at the local mall, as he was wearing his raggedy uniform. Brad was walking down the sidewalk, looking filthy and greasy, when a woman caught his eye. He noticed she was wearing a pants suit with a briefcase. She had just walked out of the empire state building. “A woman with money,” he said. He noticed that she walked out of the building at exactly 11 a.m. “Tomorrow I am off work and I will meet up with her,” Brad thought. The day passed and Brad rummaged through his closet to find some of his nicest clothes so he could impress the lady. He finally found a nice dress shirt and a tie.

It was Eli Adams, my grandfather. He looked exactly as I remembered him, with his shock of white hair and bright blue eyes. He stopped momentarily and stood in front of me.

It was one of those really really hot Fridays. One of those days that when you bring some cold ice-cream outside it would melt instantly right in your hand. You could walk around and become a red tomato as a consequence for not putting on sunscreen. It was one of these days that Logan was kicked out of his house.

Every morning I wake up to the same people, same food and same events. I would be safe and sound in bed not having a care in the world. I wake up to the sight of my map wall which has red dots for the places I can only dream of going because I know it will never come true. My little sister who is only 5 years old, Kayla and is barely above my waist starts charging to my room. You can hear her little feet against the hardwood floor. She starts to sprint and as usual, she jumps onto my bed landing on top of me. She screams as loud as she can saying I have to go downstairs for breakfast. She practically drags me out of bed and I land hard on the floor. She yells, “Kylie! Get out of bed! I’m so hungry!”

She twirled the keys around her pointer finger before slotting them into the keyhole and locking it, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. She tucked a strand of curly hair that had fallen out of it’s ponytail behind her ear as she turned the sign from open to closed. Turning around, she leaned her back against the shop windows, peered at the rows of flower arrangements along the walls, and sighed. Vivian pulled her apron over her head and hung it back on the tacky, rusted, flower hooks on the wall, then pulled her rolled up sleeves down to her freckled wrists. Just another day, she guessed.

As I drove down the street the sun glared through the windshield of my car. I had forgotten my sunglasses, and truly regretted it now. I turned on to the familiar street, and parked my car on the corner. As I walked to the building I saw an old woman sitting in a wheel chair, wrapped in blankets, motionless. Her daughter stood near by checking her watch.

“Audrey, come here!” I shout over all the people talking as they wait in line for food. Audrey sees me and walks toward me with her plate heaping with a hotdog, hamburger, corn, and a piece of watermelon. She sits down next to me. We are now sitting in a full circle of girls. There are strips of sunlight shining through this bush thing that looks like a circle of extremely tall grass. I am sitting with my friends from camp. Mostly the six girls in my cabin, a few younger girls, and two of my friends from our sister cabin. (The girls that are a few months older than us.) I look over at Ella and Abby commenting and laughing at other kids.