Jessica Vaughn
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The Barn
The Gatekeeper "Big mama," that's what her grandchildren used to call her. She lived for their smiles, the little noses, the little hands. Eloise sucks in a deep breath and shakes her head hard, rattling the memories of before the accident, clearing her mind. Her hands tremble at the edge of her sky, blue rocker. The orange glow of the porch light illuminates the cavernous cracks of her skin. Her thin lips mash together, accentuating the razor sharp edges of her cheek bones. Her stiff hair barely ripples in the breeze. It smells of honeysuckle, summer rain, and deep earth. She recognizes the smell. It's the familiar smell of someone new, someone grieving. The whites of her knuckles show as she clenches the quilt on her lap. Her foot taps at a porch board that has long since been curled by the baking sun. Someone new must be coming tonight.
By Jessica Vaughn3 years ago in Fiction
Waiting
Her fingers tremble as she wipes the blood pooling under her nose. She winces. The pain radiates behind her galaxy, green eyes. She smirks. The punch was worth it. Blood stained and with a broken nose, it would take several seconds longer for one of the Saints to recognize her. She could feel the spikes of their gloves puncturing her neck and their boots crunching bone. She shivers, erasing the image like an etch-a-sketch from her mind. Several seconds meant her life.
By Jessica Vaughn3 years ago in Fiction