#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 11

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I know, I know, I’m behind but honestly I was definitely being a bit ambitious when I thought I could do this twelve days consecutively. But I’m giving you the next to last day right now so I hope you’re not too disappointed. Day 11 is below and Day 12 is on the way…don’t forget to check up on Day 1-10 here.

The Season for Living: Part XI

The phone rings for the tenth time. I’ve tried to call back three times with no luck. I’m no longer worried, I’m frantic.  

There was one other time that he didn’t pick up but he called back right after he missed the call. It’s been at least ten minutes, which really feels like sixty minutes.  

I put the phone down and pace. Pace to the kitchen. Pace to the front door. Pace back to the kitchen. My phone rings. I grab it and it almost slips out my sweaty hands.  

Shit its mom. Not right now mom. I hit decline and send a text of “I’ll call you right.” 

I don’t feel bad about it because I need him to call me back. I’ve got to keep my line clear. Hopefully he wasn’t calling while she was. I’ll call again.  

It rings four more times and his voicemail picks up. This time, I have to leave a message. 

“Cade, it’s me. Please call me back asap. I’m so damn worried. I hope you’re okay. You have to be okay. I need you to be okay…because…I…I love you too. I’m not saying that because you said it. I’m saying it because now I know it. I’ve been thinking and thinking and I know that we’re different. I know that the way I love you is different from any other man that I’ve ever loved. It’s deeper than the love I have for my best girlfriend. Right now, I’m going nuts because I’ve finally figure it and now I can’t even get to you. I don’t even know if you’re okay.” My eyes fill with tears and I try to keep my voice calm.  

“Please call me back now. I love you. I need to know that you will be okay…for us.” 

“Your message has been accepted.” And then the phone hangs up. I hate when voicemails cut me off but I’m not sure I had much more to say.  

My heart was in my throat and my stomach turned tighter than a coiled rope. I pace to the door and look out. I would give anything to see him walk up. I can’t lose him now.  

To be continued tomorrow…


#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 6

We’ve hit an important part of the short story. Let me know what you think so far. Oh, and if you missed yesterday’s post, check it out here.

The Season for Living: Part VI

“Cade, are you there?” For a moment, I thought about if he wasn’t on the other line. What if his phone called me back but he was in a criminal fight for his life?  

“Yeah, I’m here.” I was glad that I was wrong. Then silence. A calming silence. It was like we wanted to hear each other breathe to know that we were really alright. I’d be lying if I said this was the first time I thought about “what if” in Cade’s career.  

I knew how ridiculous the world could be. We all know how reckless people think police officers are but Cade was the swan of the bunch. He held his own with the community and everyone respected him for it. He gave respect to earn respect, even to the grimiest, drug-ridden lost soul. He was just different.  

So different that I couldn’t image my life without him. 

He broke the silence with beautiful words. “I love you.” 

I couldn’t fill the silence yet, so I just let him continue.  

“I had to just say it. When I got off the phone, I couldn’t focus on helping my guy. I just kept thinking. Did she get it? Did she finally get it? And something spoke to me and said no.” 

“You’re right.” I chuckled but not at his gesture at his accuracy of the situation. I had to explain myself before he took it the wrong way.  

“I thought this whole time you were talking about Angie.” 

“Angie. The fuck…no. She’s cute but her personality is trash.” 

“Touche’.” I hadn’t even gotten that far in my analysis to breakdown her character.  

“I don’t need you to say it back though.” 

Shit, I didn’t say it back, but why not? I do love him. But I wonder if it’s the same way.  

“I mean I do too but are you talking about on the friend front or the more than friend side.” 

“Were you listening to me at all?” His aggression sort of pissed me off. I’m just trying to get some clarity. “I love you like wanting to be in a relationship with you. Like wanting to be near you, or even better, to kiss those lips.” I couldn’t be mad anymore.  

“But when…and how Cade?” I could probably figure it out but I needed to hear more before I put my heart out there.  

To be continued tomorrow…

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 5

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I’ve hit Day 5 of my challenge! FYI, today’s post has explicit language. I’ll rate this one PG-13. Wait…if you missed Day 4, go catch up here.

The Season for Living: Part V

DeDe use to run track in high school and apparently at 26 she still has it. I could tell she was at a job when she started explaining herself.

“This bitch was all up on my man at the Winter Eve Ball so I had to slap the fuck out of her. No let me correct that—I had to slap her for wanting to fuck.” DeDe was breathing normal again. I guess she made it to a safe place.  

DeDe was one of those friends I couldn’t let go no matter how much of the hood she brings to an event. She’s real, she’s loud and she’s got my back. And I have hers but not in the fight. I don’t fight. I’ll have the bail money and lawyer ready though. 

“I told you to stop giving that girl all that energy.” Margo was a constant topic in our conversations. She was the side chick that enjoyed being a side chick even if her duties weren’t needed any more.  

“I know, I know girl. But I’m so tired of her. She just won’t go away.” DeDe’s right. For some reason—probably the same reason as DeDe—Margo just won’t let Sean go. I would never tell DeDe this since thots and side chicks aren’t supposed to have real feelings but they both love him.  DeDe just won his heart in the end. 

And there it is. Another scary moment in love. You can’t stop who you love and you can stop others from loving who you love too.  

“Look DeDe, y’all have come a long way and you’re going to have to move forward. Stop looking back or you will miss what’s in front of you.” Her silence meant that she was absorbing my words. She’s a great listener but it’s usually always after the fact.  

My line begins to beep. Shit, it’s Cade. I didn’t notice that he hung up but I had to finish our conversation. 

“Hey, are you good now?” 

“Yeah…I’m good.” The calm was over her. “I’m about to call an Uber to get me home. I don’t even know where I’m right now.” 

“Okay but call or text me when you get home. Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?” 

“You know I’m there. Boobs, Bourbon and blunt in hand.” 

“See you tomorrow babe.”  

DeDe is a really beautiful person. She loves so hard and she forgives to keep that love going. She’s dedicated to her heart and lives for each loving moment. Each kiss, each touch, each possibility that he was her forever love. I admire her so much that I envy her. She’s a true romantic at heart. Maybe I should follow my own advice: stop looking back. I’ve got to stop trying to avoid past mistakes by not even trying again at love. Maybe I was like Cade. Maybe the man of my dreams was right under my nose.  

My line clicked again. Damn I forgot to click over.  


To be continued tomorrow…

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 4

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It’s Day 4 of my challenge and part deux for today.  Wait…if you missed Day 3, go catch up here.

The Season for Living: Part IV

“Hey, we’ve been talking about me all night. What’s going on with you?” I always know when Cade gets nervous about a topic. Love has always been one of them too. He was going to get over it tonight though.  

“Nope. I need to know more. Who is she and when did you know?” 

“Naw, I’m done talking about this. Let me tell you about this dumbass dude I pulled over tonight.” 

Now he’s starting to get on my nerves with this macho stuff. Just tell me. 

“Cade, stop playing. This is good stuff. You’ve finally found love and as your best friend I should know the dets from top to bottom. So spit it out punk!” 

He laughed and so did I.  

“Ok. She’s…she’s…nah I can’t tell you yet. Just know that she’s amazing and I know you like her.”  

“Do she have big ass!?” I replied jokingly but also seriously He liked them slim waist, small chest even but with a huge butt.  

“Absolutely she does.” The pride in his voice bloomed and I took the chance to pull more out. 

“When did you know that you loved her.” I’m not a romantic—I don’t think—but knowing how someone so close to me found love, before me was worth listening to.  

I heard his radio go off again.  

“Tee hold on.” I could tell he put the phone down to respond to the radio.  

Then my line clicked. It was Deanna. I figured he needed a moment so I clicked over to see what she needed. It would only take a second, so I thought.  

“DeDe, what’s up.” 

Her voice was heavy and ridged. She was breathing hard, so hard it took her a moment to even answer. 

“Girl, I just beat the hell out of that bitch Margo.” 

“What? Where? When?” I had so many questions. It’s the night before Christmas. What was she thinking? DeDe must love jails and fines because she can never keep her hands to herself. But most of the time, the other person deserves it, she just doesn’t have to be executor ever time.  

“It wasn’t my fault. Here’s what happened…” 

I catch her mid-sentence. “Hold on real quick.” I clicked over. Cade still had the phone down and now it sounded like he was talking to another officer nearby. I’m not done with our conversation yet. I’ll just click back over and get this story out of her so I can tell him her madness too.  


“Yeah girl.” 

“Okay, what happened!? 

To be continued tomorrow…