Lillian’s Fantasy

Lillian walked through the halls of Kennedy High.  Her cheerleading skirt swayed in rhythm with her hips, giving the boys a glimpse of what they so desperately wanted.

 

She opened her locker, catching her reflection in the small oval mirror; pouty red lips, bright blue eyes, clear skin, a tight, thin body and long blonde hair.  She was the definition of perfection.

 

“Hey beautiful, how ’bout you come to the dance with me?”

 

Closing her locker she stared at the face of Ryan, the quarterback stud.

 

“I’d love to Ryan, but wouldn’t you rather go with Ashlyn?”

 

“She’s a dog; you blow her out of the water, babe.”

 

“Yo, Lard-butt Lillian, you better wake up before PETA thinks you’re a beached whale and comes to save you,” yelled Ashlyn, making Ryan laugh.

 

The harsh words snapped Lillian back to reality.  She’d been day dreaming again.

Mrs. Pinkerton

Michelle turned in circle; she couldn’t remember the way back to the B&B. She had looked forward to this weekend and now she was going to spend it lost in the forest. She rubbed her hands together while biting her lip.

“Are you lost, sweetie?”

Michelle let out a small cry as she looked up to see an elderly woman standing in front of her.

“Yes, I’m at the B&B.  Can you please help me?”

“Follow me, dear.”

The two women walked in silence as they made their way to the B&B.

“It’s just up ahead, hon.”

Michelle soon ran into the worried B&B caretaker.

“I’m sorry,” began Michelle, “I got lost; this nice lady helped me.”

As she turned to thank her savior, she saw only an empty path.

“Must have been Mrs. Pinkerton, her sweet, departed soul can’t stand to see a person in trouble.”

Still Waiting

She sat and stared out the icy window.  The sleet fell heavily and she knew the roads would be treacherous.  Biting her lower lip she thought about the last time she had ventured out in a storm.  She flinched at the flashback of crushing metal as the smell of burning oil assaulted her nose.

 

Glancing at her watch she knew he’d be worried, worried that she wouldn’t come, that she didn’t love him.  The message had been clear: meet him tonight or lose him forever.  Her stomach dropped at the thought of life without him.   She sighed, longing for his big arms to hug her and make everything fine. 

 

Surely he would understand?  The roads were a mess; he wouldn’t want her to get hurt.  Grabbing her cell phone she prayed for service; still no bars.  Walking to the kitchen she picked up the landline, still no dial tone.  Why had she made things so complicated?

 

Grabbing her coat she knew she had to go.  Living without him was not an option; she would brave the storm and pray that he was still waiting.