Kathleen Kile
Stories (3/0)
Bathroom Buddies
Getting off the street was the most important thing to me. It didn't matter that the place was a dump, it was still better than living on the streets. It was advertised as a studio apartment. I wouldn't say it was much of a studio, more of a room with a hot plate and mini fridge and a shared bathroom. Most importantly they did not ask for references. My little home was located over a coin laundry. In the winter, I knew, the heat from the air vents would help keep me warm but, I also knew, those same vents were going to make the summers brutal. None of that mattered, it was mine and it was safer than any ally or dumpster I could find to sleep in. My job at the bakery didn’t give me enough money to pay my bills and furnish my room, which meant I needed to be creative on furnishing it. I struggled pulling a couple of palates from behind the laundry so that the old mattress that was left in the room would not have to lay on the floor. My night stands were from blue milk crates I carried home from behind the bakery. For the rest of the items I knew, I needed to be a little more creative. Waiting until way after the nearest thrifty store closed and everyone had left, I scavenged through the donations that were placed outside the store and had not been brought inside the building. I didn’t figure this was stealing because the store had not processed them yet, therefore they really hadn’t been given to them yet. Well, that is how I racialized it as not stealing. I only took what I truly needed, a couple of blankets, a dish, pan, silverware, a couple changes of clothes I would need for work and more importantly an alarm clock.
By Kathleen Kile3 years ago in Criminal
What a waste
Christmas of 1973, I received my first sewing machine at the ripe old age of 10. I still have that sewing machine. I no longer us it but, I will never let it go. That machine sits in my sewing room in a prominent spot so that I can see it every day. It represents the beginning of the love affair I have with creating and the euphoria I have when I have finished something I have been working on. Often in the evenings I would cut out a pattern just so I would have it ready to work on. There is something special about getting up before the sun and sitting at my machine. I am not sure if it is the stimming cup of tea, the quietness of the house or the rhythmic sound of the machine going thump. thump, thump but, I could sit there for hours.
By Kathleen Kile3 years ago in Earth
Death Among Us
Death Among Us I grasped on to the gold heart shaped locket that was the last remaining object to my passed. Clutching it to my chest.I sit in the dark corner on the bed in my son's room rocking back and forth as amother would do with their child. In a sense that was what I was doing. Inside the gold heart held everything I loved and cherished most, a picture of my son and I on the day he was born.
By Kathleen Kile3 years ago in Fiction