Welcome to the first part of the Monthly Series: SatDay Shorts: A Collection of Short Stories!
Short Stories are simply stories that one writes with no intentions of engaging in tedious amounts of editing, extended jargon, or novel length requirements. A short story is pretty much what it says in the name, it is SHORT.
Most short stories don’t go beyond a word count of 1,500 to 30,000. In the launching of SatDay Shorts, I will share a short story of mine written during my Creative Writing class back in college.
Throughout the next few weeks this is what you will see displayed on my blogs. Some stories will be specific to my Haitian culture so be prepared to learn some Creole (with translations of course) and be invited more into my life by way of my writing.
Today’s short story has a very interesting plot which I vividly recall classmates inquiring whether or not this was a true story. Welp, it is up to your interpretation.
Author: Sophonie Milord
Original Publishing Date: 4/10/2014
You May Now…Run & Hide
Thursdays have always been peculiar days to me. As a kid, the most boring shows were played on Thursdays. Anyways, at this particular time in my adolescence, myself and a few family members were now living in North Carolina. We now lived in a two-story home, which was completely unlike the multi family apartment buildings were used to when we used to live in West Philly. This house was more built to be a home. I was almost finished with middle school and man was I psyched because next year I would be entering high school. Alright, so there were two dogs, my sister’s Labrador and pit, Bella and my puppy Teddy. My dog was also a Labrador and a pit, and so it looked like a smaller and darker version of the beloved Bella. My mother had adopted Teddy from one of her coworkers. I’m not exactly sure but I think Teddy came home on a Thursday.
Thursdays were also the days that my sister had choir practice. In those days church was the staple activity of our lives, my life especially. Church was where I found hope in humanity and in life.
“You should come to rehearsal one day with me,” my sister once said.
“No way, you know I only go to practice if the other girls from the dance team are there. Without them, I’d sit there all awkwardly and you know I hate that.” I said.
She never brought it up again. Neither of us did. That was of course until I began speaking to the church drummer-boy to be exact. He and I began texting almost everyday. So on one of those days he texted me.
Sup. I beamed at the glow, that came from his name flashing across the screen.
Nothing much. I replied.
It was a Thursday and my sister was preparing for choir rehearsal.
Let’s meet up. He replied. He and I both knew that we would be the only two members of the youth group there. I agreed and planned out my outfit for the night. A light blue pair of skinny jeans and a pale pink polo shirt.
“He wants me to come to rehearsal tonight.” I said to my sister.
She gave me a confused look.
“Oh so now you want to go to choir rehearsal.” She said.
I shrug. “Well that’s what I said, wasn’t it?” I probably didn’t say that exact line because in actuality my sister would have ripped me a new one.
“Alright, alright. Be ready by 6:00.” She said.
Later on that day, she and I hopped into her blue Toyota Corolla. We arrived at church in about ten minutes. We greeted other choir members and I took a seat in the front pew. Rehearsal started off in acapella, so the musicians had time to arrive if they were going to be late. While nobody else was watching I made my way to the back of the church to the medium sized youth room. There I saw him with his phone still in his right hand. The light tapped danced on his caramel skin and I quickly glanced at his succulent rose colored lips.
“Hi,” I said awkwardly.
“Hey.” He said. I looked down at my pink flats, and adjusted my hot pink headband on my curled hair. My pale pink shirt and his white polo seemed to complement one another.
“You look really pretty,” he said. He smoothed his hand over the back of his head nervously after saying that.
I smiled, and glanced down towards my shoes again. “Thank you.”
We sat down for a while and talked about nearly everything that had happened to us that week. We both agreed middle school was awful, as most pre-teens do, and we were equally ready for 9th grade to start.
I looked towards the window and took note of the moon now gracing the sky’s stage. Had we been back here this long already? The stars were so much more visible here then they were back in Philly.
“Wow, the sky is so much more different out here.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed and giggled, “It’s gonna sound stupid.”
He chuckled, “No it won’t, just say it.”
“Pinky promise you won’t laugh?”
“Promise!” He said.
I stretched out my pink towards his and he did the same.
“Okay, well here you can actually see the stars and it’s like I never realized just how beautiful the sky is.”
He remained silent. “See, told you it was stupid.” I covered my face with my hands until I felt him slowly remove them one at a time. He had this small grin plastered across his lips.
“Should we go outside?” He asked.
“Umm s–sure.” I stuttered a bit. What the heck is wrong with me? I don’t even stutter. Anyways, the two of us exited the youth room and went outside. I looked away quickly from the sky because something about it reminded me of God’s saving grace. I shouldn’t have been doing what I already planned to do there, especially not behind the church where I was recently baptized at. Conviction filled the air and me all at once.
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He asked me.
“Nope,” I said.
He smiled and rubbed his hands together like the sly fox he turned out to be.
“Well I guess I’ll have to be your first.” He said.
We stood only a few inches away from each other and he pulled me in closer with his slender long arms. Butterflies attacked the pits of my stomach and they seemed to start a 5k race in there too. Mentally I exploded with bursts of bright yellow rays of ecstasy. I tapped my right foot in a nervous tempo as our lips pressed firmly together like a merengue dance. I enjoyed the closeness because his clothes smelt really fresh. It must have been laundry day for sure. Anyways, his tongue did a foxtrot in my mouth and my tongue obliged to the dance request. Oh Jesus! Is he about to swallow my face?
He and I are now engaged in a full blown make out session. Yup, right there outside of my church. Instantly, I hear the arrival of a car making its way into the parking lot. We separate from one another and I notice our pastor and his wife’s red Range Rover pulling up. “Run!” He says and pulls my wrist. I quickly wipe my mouth before he could see. We’re inside before they could see us or so we thought. But honestly until this day, I still have no clue whether they saw us or not. Regardless, Thursdays are still peculiar to me but since my first kiss they’ve always remained quite scandalous.
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Serenity, Smiles and Positive Vibes to all,