Jade Jolley
Bio
Lakota language student. Fiction writer.
Stories (1/0)
Nowhere Traffic
They say patience is a death sentence, and Melrose was a patient girl. She liked to hold the door open for others, she never interrupted, and she followed cooking recipes exactly as they were written. Melrose did not shorten her name to “Mel” or “Rose,” but took the time to say and write out “Melrose,” each and every time, though she didn’t mind when others shortened it for their convenience. Always so patient, Melrose didn’t cut corners, and she liked to take the scenic route whenever possible. That’s why she left her cozy, crumbling, third story apartment in the city a whole two hours earlier than necessary whenever invited to her parent’s family dinner at her childhood home located 30 minutes away by interstate roads. Melrose preferred to drive the twisting side roads that ran through the lush, green Brackburn Hills over the dull, gray, going-nowhere-fast interstate. And while Melrose was an intelligent, thoughtful girl, when invited to another family dinner at 7pm on a snowless November evening, this preference for slow speeds and breath-taking scenery would later be considered a great mistake.
By Jade Jolley3 years ago in Fiction