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Laydee B Writes
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Like wine, my writing gets better in time. Here's my work, my thoughts all over the place... Let that sit!!! LOL!!! But seriously, I just really love to write!!!
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Order My Steps
Connie sat in the back seat of Lauryn’s car, admiring the evergreen scenery, while enjoying the fresh breeze and prevailing smell of freshly cut grass with a hint of sweet freesia dominating the air. It reminded her of the times she went bike riding on the trails near the lake, where she’d be surrounded by nature. “Aren’t you excited, Connie? It’s our first trip together since we were in our teens,” Lauryn mentioned, still watching the meandering dirt road before them. The trip had been planned a year earlier when Connie was still able to walk, still able to depend on herself for menial things of everyday life that had no great significance before, until it was taken away. Two years had passed since the horrific car accident that hindered her mobility and her confidence. She despised herself for being weak, for being dependent, for being vulnerable, but most of all for the accident being her fault. The doctor told her that she wouldn’t walk again but her sister said that doctors never have the last say, God does.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Beneath The Surface
Carmen sat in the seat of the picture sized window staring at the frozen pond that she once thought to be so full of life, where the fish swam and new life began. After experiencing a horrific incident, that was no longer how she viewed it. The frozen pond was now dark and unforgiving, it claimed lives, never to be restored. People never viewed the pond for its depths but only its alluring surface. One year had passed since she’d said her final goodbye to her six year old son and watched the small, pinewood coffin lowered into the ground. She felt hopeless, as if there was no life beyond the one she had foreseen for herself and London. She spent so long wondering what she could have done differently that day so that her son would still be alive. Tears that she hadn’t noticed slid down her face, slipping between her lips and giving that all too familiar salty taste. Carmen blamed herself and there was no one who could change her mind. She then drifted into an unrelenting sleep. “Mommy, can we go outside on the ice today?” London asked with excitement in his voice. Carmen stared at him smiling, “yes, you can sweetheart. Just wait for me to finish these last couple of dishes.” She said as she turned away to refocus on the dishes. After finishing, Carmen met her husband Neyo in their bedroom to invite him out on the pond. Every year after the pond froze over, they’d ice skate together. It took Neyo maybe three times to have to hold London’s hands while skating but after that, he took off. “Babe, are you coming out on the ice with us today?” Carmen asked while sitting at the edge of their bed and putting on her winter boots. “I’ll meet y’all out there in fifteen minutes.”Neyo said through a yawn. “Uhm-hmm is that right?” Carmen playfully asked as she walked around the bed to hug and kiss him. She then walked out toward the front door, meeting London. “Come on mom, I want you to see my new tricks!” London impatiently grabbed his mom’s hand with anticipation dancing in his rich brown eyes. The two of them couldn’t get out the door fast enough before London sprinted toward the pond. Carmen closed the house door, laughing as she told London to slow down. He stood near the pond, waiting for her to catch up. Carmen walked over to the wooden bench three feet away from the pond that Neyo built, so that she could put on her skates. She never really understood how London’s ankles were strong enough to withstand his weight as he ran in his skates. They carefully made their way hand in hand onto the ice, Carmen first then London. It was the first time of the year they’d been on the ice since the pond had frozen over. Usually, the three of them would go on the ice together but London had been so excited, talking about skating from sun up to sun down that Carmen had given in. Neyo was too tired since he’d been picking up more hours at his office to earn extra money for the vacation he’d secretly planned for them for the upcoming week. “Look mommy!” London squealed as he skated backwards with a huge smile on his face. Carmen watched with joy filling her, knowing that her son was happy. “You wanna race to the other end, mom?” London asked, stopping right before he would run into her. “I mean we both already know who would win if we did race.” Carmen playfully boasted, looking up at nothing in particular. London began laughing. “I know that you know I’m gonna win mom. Thanks.” He said. They both burst into laughter at his confidence. “Okay, but I’m warning you that just because you’re my son doesn’t mean I’m gonna take it easy on you and let you win.” She said. “Don’t worry momma, I’m still gonna love you after I win.” London teased. The two of them stood in position behind the invisible start line. “On your mark. Get ready. Get set.” The two of them leaned forward, ready for take off. “Go!” London yelled, starting before actually saying the word, giving him a short head start. It didn’t take long before Carmen began gaining speed. She kept her speed at a slower pace only to tease London. “Now you see me. And now you don’t.” She waved as she picked up some more speed. They were side by side before she actually passed him. She was laughing and could hear London’s laughter for a while until she didn’t. It didn’t bother her because she knew that he was great at skating and new that he wasn’t too far behind. Not hearing his laughter or his taunting for more than five minutes behind her made her feel guilty about winning. She thought he was quietly working on catching up. Carmen had always been competitive but the love for her son outweighed the need to win. Halting before making it to their desired finish line, Carmen turned around finding no trace of her son. Before panic could ultimately take over, she called out his name as she slowly skated toward where she’d last seen him. “London, sweetheart!... London, where are you?” Her voice trembled as fear crept in. Her eyes darted in every direction searching for her son. She could hear splashing water and immediately skated toward the sound. Her heart sank as she let out a high pitched scream. Carmen had never known how to swim but without a second thought she was out of her coat and skates within seconds before she dove into the ice cold opening that wasn’t there before. She submerged under water seeing nothing but darkness at first. Prickling pain stung her skin from the bitter cold. She fought through it while forcing her arms and legs to move as best she knew how until she saw London. She made her way to him, grabbing him as tight as she could. He was flailing his arms and kicking his legs as they swam. The hole she entered seemed to be nowhere in sight as she kept hitting ice each time she pushed up. Each attempt was a dead end and prolonged her held breath. She could feel London’s fight slowing down. Desperation and panic filled her as she continued searching for that opening, she knew that she had not swam so far away from it so where could it be? It wasn’t long before she felt warmth pass through her then coldness just as quick. She needed oxygen and so did London. He was no longer moving and that scared her more than dieing. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled by strong arms as her lungs filled with water and darkness began taking over. Carmen then woke up from her sleep gasping for air, drenched in sweat and heart almost beating out of her chest. She sat up in bed and scooted to the edge so that her feet would touch the floor. She sobbed while shaking her head. "It's my fault... I'm so sorry , London. I'm so s-sorry. Everything is my fault, I should have tried harder... I shouldn't have left you." It was the same dream each time with the same outcome no matter how much she wished it would be different. The clock read twelve midnight which meant she’d slept a lot longer than intended. Neyo must’ve carried her to bed. He wasn’t in his spot when she looked over but there was a black journal decorated with gold writing that said ‘Take your Time, I’m Listening'. There was a short note attached to it. The note read; ‘This is for you, Carmen. I don’t know how else to really reach you but I know that writing is another form of expressing yourself. I love you more than words can explain and I hope that this helps, babe. We’re in this together, I just want you to make peace with everything.’ His kind gesture brought tears to her eyes. She then reached over into the nightstand near the bed for a pen, she wanted to write in it right away. There was so much that she needed to get off her chest. Who knew that a journal could help unload some untold thoughts that had been eating away at her for so long. That year had taken so much from her in a flash. It was the beginning of a break through in her life that she so desperately been searching for but had no idea where to start. Her first entry talked about how everything happened and how she wished London had woken up instead of her. She wrote how she felt he was cheated out of life and how it made her faith falter. She also expressed how she hated living without him, how she felt guilty, ashamed, mostly hurt, and defeated. She had felt like only a shadow of her old self but while writing, somewhere along the way, she was beginning to feel that maybe someday she could make peace with him being gone. After finishing, Carmen went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. Writing lightened the heaviness of her burden, like there was something that she could look forward to. She knew healing may not occur the same day but she was sure that it would, some day. Carmen took a liking to writing and made it into a habit to write every day. On April 6, 2020 she had finally left her home to attend church service. Everyone there was nice and let her know that they’d been praying for her. Everyone had also expressed how happy they were that she returned to church. For the first time since London’s passing, Carmen didn’t feel out of place or like she was having a good time while he was alone and cold. She and Neyo sat through the sermon, both needing to hear the encouragement, the love, and the Lord’s unchanging Word. She could only take one step at a time and each passing day was another step, it was the beginning of a life she could imagine. One month after going to church, she and Neyo decided that they needed a fresh start. They were moving to a new house but before then, they needed to make peace with their pass that haunted them. They knew they could never forget London, but they strived to make it where remembering him wouldn’t always be set in tragedy. They wanted to hold on to the good memories, to the love that they surrounded one another with. Neyo and Carmen sat on the wooden bench, staring out into the pond. Neither of them spoke a word for a while as they smiled. “I remember you being so happy when your mom and I bought you your first pair of skates.” Neyo spoke first with a smile on his face. “You were so happy that you cleaned your room without us having to tell you and you camped out in the living room so that you could wake us up to skate at the first peek of the sun.” Carmen added with a smile and tears. She then stood while holding London’s favorite white and yellow toy boat. “I remember this has always been your favorite boat no matter how many new ones we bought you.” Carmen spoke again in a brittle voice as she kneeled at the pond to place the boat. Her tears were no longer only from sorrow but from a point of letting go and letting God. They watched the boat float with no wind to assist it. They stared at one another, both receiving answers to questions they’d never spoken out loud. Neyo then joined her, placing an action figure that London also loved to play with. Nothing was set in stone but it was a beginning that both of them decided to journey together on. It all started where they once thought it ended, at the frozen pond in their own backyard.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Fragile Contents of The Brown Paper Box
The strong wind whistled, making the rainfall seem more heavier than it really was. Lines of lightning traced the night, cloudy sky but offered no advantages of seeing where we were actually being led. The only thing I could see was the girl in front of me but I knew she was just as lost and scared as I was. The creepy man ahead of us only spat out orders in a booming voice that could grab the attention of a crowded room. My feet were killing me as I stepped on pebbles and other hidden things beneath the shallow water we walked through. I couldn’t pace myself because all of us were shackled at the waist by a chain, myself and four other girls. The clinking of the chains kept me focused. Quick images of thin trees whipping in the wind, settled on a muddy slope flashed in and out of view. My mom was the only person not in chains but was being dragged by our captor. I trembled in fear, afraid of not escaping, afraid of not seeing my mom again. After treading through the woods barefoot for what seemed like hours we had finally reached a cabin. A burnt smell filled the atmosphere, unfamiliar to my nostrils. We were greeted by warmth but not comfort. Everyone of us groaned from the pain of our blister ridden feet and lack of energy from all of the walking. “ Let them go you bastard!” My mom screamed out squirming. The lighting was dim but I was able to see everything around me. He punched my mom in the face, immediately knocking her unconscious. I whimpered, not liking what I’d just witnessed. He then carried her limp body up the wooden staircase. “ Ms. Robinson, come back to me.” Anita spoke in her thick british accent. I opened my eyes, not quite satisfied with the outcome. “ I was almost there, why do you wake me up at the most important times!” I snapped, slightly raising my voice. Anita, my psycho therapist jotted something down in the notebook residing in her hand. “ What now?” I questioned, folding my arms and blowing out an exasperated breath. “ I apologize that it couldn’t be longer, Ms. Robinson but I have another patient. We can continue our normal routine next week.” She explained with patience but in a matter-of-fact tone. “ Okay. I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m always so close but never seem to get there.” I explain my frustrations that I didn’t intend to direct toward her. “ It’s okay, dear. I understand.” She said with an empathetic smile owning her face. She handed me a paper as usual with the date of the appointment. We say our goodbyes and I head home. Disinterested in the world around me, only worried about how next week’s appointment could possibly be different from all the other failed ones, I let my mind wonder but I was pulled back into the present as a car had come to a loud screeching sound, stopping to avoid hitting me. I could see the person behind the wheel yelling and shaking his fist in the air, I’m sure calling me every name except the one my mom gave me. I took mental note to watch my surrounding from that point on. I wanted, no I needed something to keep my mind from always traveling back to dark places 24/7. As I walked down the downtown busy street of Milwaukee, I decided to stop at a frozen custard shop. It was my favorite place to go whenever I needed to calm my mind which was almost all the time. I was a regular, all the employees knew me by first name and knew what I wanted each time I walked through the chiming glass doors. Except today, this guy was different. He stood tall, with mystery behind his eyes, all the more alluring; make you want to find out the secrets he’s holding. “ Hi, welcome to Daniel’s frozen custard. My name is Lenny. How may I help you?” He smoothly asked with tall confidence. I would have never guessed he would say Lenny. He looked more like a Frank or a George. “ I’ll have the banana split volcano with extra fudge and extra whip cream.” I said with anticipation laced within every word. He walked away to place the order. “ It’s on the house, Michelle.” Doug said from behind the counter. After stuffing my face, I left fulfilled. Stepping inside the house stole my energy. I strip out of all my outside clothes, leaving it all at the door. I immediately take a much needed hot shower. The water beat against my skin, relieving the stresses of the day but still invited endless memories of my past that had a grip on me. Night fell as I turned from channel to channel. I attempted to watch movies until I fell asleep but was unlucky with that. I had given up and turned the tv off. Throughout the night, I tossed and turned before sleep had finally taken over. The familiar smell of fresh fish grabbed my senses as the sound of streaming water was the only thing that could be heard. I sat on a large boulder near the water as I watched Connor reel in a large Bluegill fish. “ Now that’s what you call a real fish.” He boasted as he unhooked it. I shivered at his decaying smile. He made me wear nothing but one of his flanneled shirts with no shoes and no undergarments. My hair was tied into a neat back ponytail while cherry red lipstick sat on my lips. He would always be in my dream and his smile would be up front and center but I could never make out the features of his face. Back inside the house, after everyone ate and did chores, Connor would choose one of us to dance with to some jazz music from his collection that he only touched when he was drunk. Waaaake uuuup… Waaaake uuuup… It’s tiiiime tooooo get your day started, Michelllllle! I quickly rolled out of bed, crashing to the floor with a loud thud, startled by the obnoxious sound that I decided would be a good idea to record myself while drunk to wake me up everyday. I reached toward the nightstand, slamming my hand onto the cell phone to relieve my ears of the annoying sound. After doing my daily morning routine in the bathroom, I decided to go for a walk to clear my mind. I had decided two days prior that I wanted to find a job to occupy my time being that I never had to work nor ever wanted to until I realized one day that when I was busy, there was no room for thoughts of my past to haunt me, aside from the fact that Anita had suggested that I try staying busy. I knew downtown was the main area that was always hiring, so that was my main target. I wandered the area until I bumped into Lenny, causing him to drop his latte and single papers. “ I’m so, so sorry about that.” I apologized, bending with urgency to collect the scattered papers. He said it was okay but I knew better. “ I can get you another latte, Lenny.” I more so stated rather than asking. We waltzed into the mini starbucks immediately finding an empty table near the window at the back of the shop. “ So, where was you in a hurry to that made you bump right into me?” Lenny asked with amusement in his eyes. His eyes sparkled but hid a darkness behind them that sent shivers down my spine. “ I was actually looking for a job.” I answered, straight to the point. “ You from around here?” He asked, trying to start small talk. “ I am. Born and raised.” I said proudly. “ What kind of job are you looking for and what experience do you have?” He asked all at once. I lost my wording for a quick moment, slightly nervous, feeling as if I was on an interview all of a sudden. “ I- I’m willing to give any job a try and I don’t have any work experience.” I admitted the last part in almost a whisper. I never felt embarrassed to not have worked until that moment. “ It’s a good thing you bumped into me afterall, huh. I was just about to place these last posters up.” He mentioned as he handed me a piece of paper that read ‘Help Wanted’ in bold letters with a broom and dustpan settled beneath it. There was also a number next to the name Pat. “ Just give her a call anytime if you’re interested.” Lenny said as I studied the paper. “ Do you know her? Is she nice?” I asked in one breath, wanting an idea of how my possible employer might be. “ She’s nice… Strict but very caring.” He assured with sincerity registered in his eyes. We chatted a little while longer before we said our goodbyes and parted ways. Back in the comfort of home, I took my meds to calm down before dialing Pat’s number. “ Hello.” The soft, muffled voice echoed on the other end after three rings. A moment of silence passed before I spoke. “ Hi, Pat. My name is Michelle and I saw that you needed help with cleaning and I’m interested.” The conversation lasted five minutes as she explained all the things that needed to be done. There was no interview that needed to be conducted, it was almost like she had expected my call. I was set to meet her the following day at her cabin, several miles off of highway I-95. I wasn’t sure how I’d get there everyday being that I had a fear of driving as of two years ago after being in a car crash. The following day, I arrived earlier than the agreed time. An elder lady, looking to be no older than her late sixties or early seventies welcomed me. She wore a white shirt with a large sunflower in the middle paired with dark blue jeans. “ You’re early darling but that’s fine, we can get started right away. Just have a seat over there and I’ll be right back.” She said while pointing at the brown corduroy couch that sat near the fireplace. Something about the place seemed so familiar, I just couldn’t place it. “ Are you a coffee drinker or tea drinker?” Pat asked. “ Oh, thank you but I don’t drink neither one.” I answered. She smiled before disappearing behind the wooden double doors. She returned moments later with a paper in her hand. I thought I’d have to sign it but instead she read from it, telling me about the place and about my responsibilities. I started the same day. My uniform was the standard black and white, unattractive dress. She handed it to me and I wore the shoes I showed up in. The cabin was so full of life, rich in the carefully picked vibrant colors that made it so picture perfect. The atmosphere was calming, warm, and welcoming. The beautiful surrounding wood was polished and seemingly freshly dusted. Pat toured me around the house. As I walked up the staircase, images of the one from my memories flashed before my eyes. There were three rooms upstairs and two downstairs. There were two bathrooms and an out-house toilet. The kitchen had an old western setting. After cleaning, I changed back into my regular clothes and said my see you later before walking out the door. Outside on the porch, laid a brown paper box with no information from the sender and none for the recipient. I curiously stared at it before deciding to pick it up and take it into the cabin, handing it over to Pat. “ Thank you dear.” She said in the sweetest tone. “ I found it sitting outside the door on the front porch. I figured you wouldn’t want it sitting out all night.” I explained. I then left, wanting to get home to take a shower. I wondered, who would send a box without a return address. A week passed by quickly and before I knew it, I was up for another session with my therapist. I sat in the cushioned chair in the lobby looking through an Essence magazine. The receptionist spoke from behind the glass window between us, letting me know that Anita was ready to see me. I walked into the room, meeting a pleasant Anita. “ Hello, Michelle. How was your week?” Anita asked with a smile plastered on her face. “ It was great, actually.” I honestly answered. “ I started working to keep busy as you suggested before.” I continued. I made myself comfortable by laying on the lub seat that we normally used. Anita glanced through the papers in her hands before we started. “ That’s great, what do you do at your new job?” Anita asked as she rolled her office chair near me. “ I’m a maid or housekeeper, whichever you prefer to call me. I clean Monday through Friday.” I explained in a nonchalant tone. “ Oh, okay. Has it been helping at all?” She probed. I sat quietly for a second or two before answering as I thought back. “ Yeah, it have. I still get some thoughts because I work at a cabin and it reminds me of things but, I feel welcome.” I answered. The truth is, I liked it there because it reminded me of that dreadful day but not in a way that angered me; in a way that brought familiarity of the last time I’d seen and spoke to my mom. “ Oh, I see. How did you hear about this job, Michelle?” She asked. “ I met a guy at you know, my favorite spot… Daniel’s frozen Custard.” I admitted. “ He told me that Pat was hiring. He gave me her info and I used it. I needed the distraction.” I finished. She wrote a few things on paper. “ Okay. I want you to relax yourself.” She said, shifting to that professional demeanor, and leaving the everyday friend one behind. “ I need a sedative, Anita. I won’t be able to relax without it.” I complained. “ I will give you a muscle relaxer and not a sedative.” She subtly corrected me. “ Same difference.” I croaked back while rolling my eyes. As the muscle relaxer kicked in I could feel my entire body begin to relax. Anita obviously could tell as well. “ Okay, Michelle. I want you to follow my voice. Think about that dark place where everything is just an arm length away. Let yourself feel how you felt that day that keeps replaying in your head. Try not to let anything slip through your fingers, grab onto the time, grab on to every detail that you can. Walk deeper, taste, breathe, and listen.” Her voice faded as the loud sound of water took over. Tree branches were being carried by the flowing water. The familiar smell of burning wood played at my nostrils. Muffled screams telling me to run carried in the wind. I was sweating although it was cold outside. I was filled with panic, feeling my heart rate rise and fall as I worked hard to steady my breaths as my mom taught me whenever I was having a panic attack. “ I love you, Michelle.” I could hear my mom’s voice say aloud as if she was right beside me. I was suddenly in the river with Connor’s hand around my throat. My arms flailed as I kicked my legs, struggling to take as many breaths as I could before Connor would forcefully submerge my head beneath the water again. I could feel him being tugged away which made him grab me tighter. Suddenly I opened my eyes to Anita standing over me. Tears instantly filled my eyes as I tried to close them again to go back. “ Michelle, I’m sorry for interrupting but you were screaming. It’s going to be okay.” She said as she reached to hug me. I cried into her shoulder, not quite ready to end the session. We sat for a little while as I explained what had occurred while I was in a trance. I left there feeling more lost than I’d felt before stepping through the doors. I headed to work, it was the only logical thing I could do. Pat kept a key under the welcome mat that sat outside the front door that I used to let myself in. The same paper brown box that I’d given to her days ago was sitting on the couch near the fireplace. I sat on the opposite side of the couch filled with more curiosity than before. Pat then walked from the kitchen with a cup of coffee in her hand. “ Is everything okay, Michelle?” She asked with concern laced in her voice. I nodded my head, no. She stared at me as my eyes looked back and forth between her and the unopened box. A smile played at her lips. “ Do you want to look inside, Michelle?” She asked, completely surprising me. “ Uh, no, no… Sorry for staring. It was rude.” I denied with an apology. “ It wasn’t rude. It’s yours sweetheart. You can open it.” She insisted. I stared in disbelief. Without Pat moving, the paper brown box was closer to me, in fact it was right beside me as Pat occupied the spot on the couch that it was on before. “ Go ahead, Michelle. You’ll never know until you know.” She said. I felt like her words had a deeper meaning than the surface would let be explored. I stared at the box, picking it up and examining it. It was very light as if there was nothing inside. It pique my interest as to why would there be a box sent to my place of work, for me? The only three people besides myself that knew I worked was Anita, Lenny, and Pat. The paper brown box, thin and rectangular in shape. Wrapped in nothing and easy to open. I stared, thinking of what could be in the lightweight box. It didn’t take long before I had given in to temptation. I ripped the top half off, not carefully but rushed and intentional. There were photos of things that only I knew about my life, things that only I experienced, things that no one else knew about. There were pictures of the cabin that I worked in but it looked a little different. There were pictures of me as a kid with four other girls. There were pictures of us chained, pictures of a man. “ Oh. My. God.” I gasped as I read the back of the picture that read Connor. He stood tall, wearing a flanneled black and white long sleeve shirt. His hair was salt and pepper, laying on his head slick. His deep brown eyes had an emptiness in them as he stared at the camera. Although it was dark, I noticed there was no flash from the camera. He wasn’t easy on the eyes at all, looking as if he held a forever frown. His face was cleanly shaven, no traces of a growing beard. His pointed nose flared as if the air wreaked. He had smoker lines and crows feet contouring his face. His chin was long and pointed, giving a clear view of his sharp, defined jawline. Photos of the terror on my mom’s face, photos of the cabin up and down stairs, photos of me screaming as my mom pushed me to run. I started getting dizzy as tears began blurring my vision while looking at the photos. I stood to my feet, dropping each photo to the suddenly creaking floor. All of them landed face side up, revealing each and every detail of that day; details I remembered and some that had been forgotten but became as clear as day once I looked at the pictures. I looked up to see Pat. She had become far away. “ Do you remember now?” She said in a silvery voice. I started to hyperventilate. “ Take slow, deep breaths. Inhale through your nose and exhale out of your mouth.” She instructed the same directions my mom had given me long ago. I listened, inhaling then exhaling until everything started becoming clear again. Pat was no longer in my presence and the house began to appear differently through my eyes. The cabin’s vibrant color turned bleak, depressing. The colors were dull and full of dust as if I’d never cleaned the house before. I looked down at my clothes only to see that I was wearing my regular clothes instead of a uniform. Spider webs clung to almost every corner of the place. The place was littered with trash coving almost every inch of the floors. Graffiti ravished the walls, countertops, and pictures. I walked toward the fire place with my eyes trained on one photo in particular. Pat stood next to an older guy, assuming him to be her husband while Lenny stood at the end with a smile on his face. They wore clothes of the old time, like they would on the tv show of Marshall Dillon; the cowboy days. Their background consisted of the very cabin I stood in, when the grass was much greener. They looked like a happy family. I turned around, hearing the floor creak. Nothing was there, not even the paper brown box that I had just opened. I sat on the floor feeling as if the rug had been snatched from beneath me. I sat there with my knees to my chest and my face buried in my hands for a while until I could get myself together. I didn’t want to accept what was so clearly in front of my eyes. I caught the bus to Daniel’s Frozen Custard to look for Lenny. I briskly entered the shop loudly asking for Lenny when I made it to the counter. “ Is Lenny hear? Where’s Lenny at, Carmen?” I asked the girl that usually worked the weekends. “ Lenny?” She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. “ Yeah, Lenny! He was here last week when I came here. We sat at that table… He just started working here not too long ago.” I explained, hoping that she would remember. “ There’s nobody by the name of Lenny who works here?” She said in a confused tone. I stormed out, running home without stopping. I stayed there all week, contemplating on what I should say to my therapist. Wednesday morning snuck up faster than expected. I sat in the lobby, awaiting to be called as I adjusted my already neat clothing. Anita warmly welcomed me as usual. I sat on the lub seat as she sat in her chair that was already pulled into place being that thirty minutes before my appointment, she had another patient. We did the small talk before she instructed me to lay down. I did as she said. “You know, we don’t have to do this. I remember everything.” I informed her. A surprised expression traced her face. I then explained everything that transpired and how my job played a role. She stayed quiet, intently listening and writing word for word. The same day, I lead a search party to the cabin where they searched. They found human remains, the old chains, and clothes. They found everything except, Connor there. He was found two weeks later, teaching at an all girls school. Everyday I am thankful and now I know that there is always a deeper meaning to things that seem as though they don’t make sense on the surface. Look deeper. Seek understanding and find your peace.
By Laydee B Writes3 years ago in Criminal
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