#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 10

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Here we go–Day 10! I’m back on it and I hope you’re enjoying the story. Let me know what you think in the comments section and make sure you’re up to date. Catch Day 8 and 9 here.

The Season for Living: Part X

The short hand reaches the long hand and I know that 8:45 p.m. is his lunchtime. I dial his number and it rings. I wait and I wait. He’s not picking up but I’m willing to wait some more.  

Our short time away from each other on the phone has opened up new thoughts and wants. I want to know what we could be. I’ve thought about how much he means to me. So, I’ll wait for him to pick up.  

Then he does. “Tee, I’ve got to…” 

I have to interrupt him before my confidence waivers.  

“Cade just listen; I love you too. I’ve loved you for a while now but more as a friend, which also seems to be like a relationship but you know what I mean. If this is love, I’m willing to try it. I just can’t lose us. I need us to work, either in a relationship or as friends but I need us. I think you’d agree when I say that this friendship is unlike others. It’s not necessarily normal but it’s for us. Just like a relationship would be. It’s a unique situation that I love and the common denotator of it all is you.” 

I take a breath and give him a moment to squeeze something in, and he doesn’t. I listen to the air in the background and I continue.  

“I felt something when I first saw you and I’ve felt it ever since. It wasn’t until you said something that I even realized that these feelings were more than just a friendship. You’re closer than any of my girlfriends and more loving than my father. You’ve been around when I didn’t know that I needed you. You’ve listened when I didn’t know I needed to talk. You’ve looked at me when I’ve felt ugly and worthless and told me that I was worth more than the world deserved. You’ve filled my soul with what it needed far before I knew what I wanted. But now I know I want you. I want us. I want to try this, together.” I waited one last time for a rebuttal but nothing.  

“So, what do you think Cade?” Silence. And then I hear a murmur in the background and his voice yelling at someone.  

“Cade!”  

The phone hangs up. 

To be continued tomorrow…

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#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 7-ish

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Bear with me guys. I’m fighting a cold but the story must go on! Check out Day 7 below and if you missed Day 6, read the story here.

The Season for Living: Part VII

Butterflies circled in my belly. I nervously waited on his answer but I’m not sure why. What he said was beautiful so what am I worried about? Maybe it’s because…I don’t know if I feel the same. I mean I care deeply for him. I love him as a bff, or even my bro but I’m not sure about my man. I don’t want to disappoint him.  

“Well,” his voice was calmer than the moment before but still a bit agitated, “I don’t know exactly when it happened Tee. I’ve cared for you for a long time.” 

“I know. I care for you too.” Hopefully he didn’t equate that statement to his. “But loving me is different. You’ve never shown me more that friendship. I mean…this is sort of weird.” 

The silence over the phone this time was stiff. Am I doing to him what old boy did to me back in the day? I won’t do that to him.  

“Cade, this is so new to me. Please don’t be upset. I just need to time to think about everything.  

“I’m not asking for a commitment Tee. I’m just telling you what I’ve learned about myself. I know what I want to do professionally and I know who I want to be with personally.” 

First, I was jealous of the love I thought he had for Angie, and now I’m jealous of self-assurance. He knew what he wanted and I wanted to know too.  

“Hey Cade, I’ve got to use the bathroom. Let me call you back.” That was the only thing I could say to keep us from another awkward silence. I need time to think. 

To be continued tomorrow… 

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 2

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Here we go with Day 2 of the #12DaysofaShortShort Challenge. Wait…before you read, make sure you’re caught up from yesterday. Check out Day 1 here.

The Season for Living: Part II

His two-way radio goes off in the background and I hear muffled sounds of “2-11” and then another man’s voice answers the call. I should have been able to hear the full message seeing the silence I was pouring through the phone.

Jealously has never been my strong suit, especially not in my friendships. I’m okay with sharing friends as long as their friend understand that I’m the top friend. Better than a bestie or BFF, I’m the ride or run chick. I ain’t dying for anyone and my real friends wouldn’t want me to either.

“Hello,” he broke our silence.

I lie. “My bad, I got caught in the upcoming season 8 Game of Thrones trailer.” This was a great lie seeing that he knows my utter passion for my khaleesi Daenerys.

I tried to fight against the jealousy. “So, when did you and Rachelle start talking back?” My eyes rolls waiting on the date.

“What!? I don’t talk to her no more. She’s a thot.”

I know, right!? We’ll if it wasn’t her then who.

“Who are you talking about then?”

He chuckled a little. “It’s someone I’ve known for a long time. She’s been under my nose the whole time.”

“Really!?” My mind went blank. I looked to the sky outside for help with my memory. Soft white clouds made their way over my duplex as I raced through my mind about our friends.

We’ve known Mandy since freshman year in college. She’s cool, but she’s not his type. She’s the type that when you walk into a room you know she is there not by her style or grace but by her big mouth.

Angie is cute. She’s on the short side but his 6-foot 3-inch self hasn’t discriminated against that before. She’s smart too, books smart at least. Street smart not so much. I’ll never forget that one time she was in the city, the wrong part of the city where I told her to take her purse inside and not just her wallet and she called me a racist for making accusations about the areas. I told her I’m not racist I just know my people and the area. Of course we when come back from the club, not only was her car broken into but the trunk was up and the rear tires were gone. But she’s cute.

“Yeah,” he continued. “I told you don’t judge me.”

I was far from judging him, I just wanted answers.

“I’m not judging you man. I’m glad you’ve finally found love. Is it someone I know?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

It’s definitely Angie.

“Well, does she know yet?” I’m not sure when’s the last time he saw her but it’s been a few weeks since we had our Friday Night out at Shabazz’s, the local jazz spot.

“Naw, because I wonder if she feels the same way too. You know I don’t like looking dumb.” Typical guy answer but it’s understandable. I wouldn’t want to put my heart out there before I knew that the feel was close to mutual. I remember that one time I did put myself out there. It was to Cameron “My Ego is bigger than my penis” Michaels.

To be continued…tomorrow.

#MothersdayChallenge My #Mumstory

This past week I had a chance to enter a #mumstory contest on Wryttr, a new short story publishing platform, entitled “Superwoman’s Apprentice”. The challenge was simple: Write a story, not just a statement about your mother, oh, and make it only 149 words. Okay, I’ll admit it. Maybe it wasn’t as simple as I thought it would be, but after a few aggressive moments at my computer and several naps to clear my head, I got it.

But let me tell you getting this moment into 149 words was so hard! There were so many other details I wanted to put in the story but I think you will still be able to “feel” the message. Go check it out and let me know what you think.

Wryttr Mumstory Image

FYI, this is under my government name 🙂 And you will need to use your FB to view the site.

 

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