Out of Sight
June 16, 2008
Maybe they won’t notice me. I’ve done my best to stay out of their way. “Out of sight, out of mind,” isn’t that what they say?
Last week was bad; they just couldn’t get along with each other and I happened to be there. They took their frustrations out on me.
I won’t make that mistake again; the hitting, the insults, the smell of anger, blood and fear.
It’s hard not to cry; I know they love it when I break; the sense of power they receive.
Who knew seventh grade girls could be so mean?
Lucy’s secret
June 16, 2008
“Lucy, come here.”
“Yeah, Mom?”
“What is this?”
“Hey, why are you going through my stuff?”
“That’s not the issue. How could you?”
“I didn’t think it was that big a deal.”
“Not a big deal?”
“Yeah, you did it.”
“That was a very long time ago.”
“So?”
“Just because I did it, doesn’t make it right.”
“Mom, chill. You are making a big deal out of nothing.”
“Nothing, you call reading this smut nothing?”
“Mom relax, it’s just Danielle Steel.”
Interrupted
June 16, 2008
Hastily she grabs the box. He will return in an hour; she can’t be interrupted, he can’t know.
She sits on the yellow tiled floor and dives into the box with the colorful wrappers. Her mouth waters as she rips into Eden; both hands crammed with sweet desire, mouth consumed with sugary delight.
Fist full by fist full she inhales the forbidden treats; she can’t get the wrappers off fast enough. Her stomach does a familiar somersault.
She leans over the toilet, sticking her fingers in her mouth. She slides against the tub with feelings of fulfillment and shame.
A Little Problem
June 16, 2008
“Look at him, got to be 12 points,” whispered Dad as he lowered his eye to the scope on the rifle.
“Ah… Dad…?”
“Shhh, you’re going to scare the buck away.”
“Dad, I’m scared…”
“I told you, you had to be a man if you were going to come, that something was going to get shot today.”
“D…Dad I think we have a little problem.”
“Yeah we have a problem; you won’t shut your trap.”
“Seriously, Dad you have to turn around.”
“You are never coming with me again.”
“Dad look out!”
“DON’T SHOOT!” yelled Dad catching a glimpse of the black and white tail.
“Tomato juice?” asked the boy.
“Tomato juice,” agreed Dad.
