A Rose Williams
Bio
This human decided that she wants to be heard a little louder.
Stories (32/0)
Dreams
Inside this dust burns Desire to walk on wind And breathe water in
By A Rose Williamsabout a year ago in Poets
Heiress
Heiress The youngest daughter sat in the chair in the dining room, wiping another tear. The others had already taken the china, the tv screen and divided what was in their mother’s jewelry box between them. They were headed for the cellar now. Each of them got a bottle that was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. They pushed and shoved their way back up the stairs and set one down in front of her. “Here’s your share, but that’s all you get.” The elder brother made arrangements with the furniture movers three days ago and they pulled up right on time. The antique desk and chair disappeared as did the collection of artifacts. “The safe….the safe!” The older sister made her way to the office. After throwing book after book from the bookshelf, she found the hide-a-key book and unlocked the safe hidden behind the family portrait that was forgettably discarded on the floor. The second eldest brother calculated the bonds and the elder distributed evenly among the three of them. “Sweetie, did you want anything from grandpa’s house? I’m here now.” The older sister walked through the foyer, adding the crystal vase holding the funeral flowers to her stash. The second eldest brother was in the den, having his way with the cigar stash and alcohol. The eldest was busy taking the paintings off the walls. An hour later, they looked at each other, satisfied after looting everything they could from the house of their youth. "I estimate about a million each." The second eldest son thought out loud. Today was the funeral. After the repast guests had gone, the siblings began their hunt - the food still sat half-eaten on the table. The youngest had no appetite. She knew it would come down to this. She knew of the ambitions and greed of her siblings, even as her father, slowly ebbing away, called them for company. Always busy, always in a hurry and never present. They just stayed away and waited. The show they put on at the funeral was as genuine as they could muster, but she saw through it. She knew them better than that. She stood, cleared the table and adjusted the chairs. She packed the food and washed the dishes with numb, robotic accuracy. Then she heard a knock at the door.
By A Rose Williamsabout a year ago in Families
The Sales Associate
Corrinne stirred, waking up to her alarm one eye at a time, reaching to stop the demanding green light flashing on her clock. She sat at the edge of her bed, pulling her mind from dreams to reality and the demands of her Saturday. In the restroom, as she looked in the mirror, she wrinkled her nose, squinting to try and find a flicker of the fire at the prospect of the possibilities of a new day. She decided not to waste time on such things and pulled her hair into a tight, sensible ponytail and pulled her itchy pantsuit from the wardrobe along with the company logo t-shirt. She threw a forgettable frozen lunch into her bag and pulled turkey from the freezer to thaw, embarrassed that she had once considered being a chef, and headed for the car.
By A Rose Williams3 years ago in Fiction