Apparently, I’ve had this blog since dinosaurs roamed the earth, so here’s a fresh start. I’ll primarily post stories (or storytelling poetry), so if you like reading thrilling or suspenseful writing, then you might enjoy it here. :) Anyway, here’s a story I posted over on Tipsy Lit. She posts a prompt every Tuesday, and occasionally I pop in and post a story. Hope you enjoy it. If you do, please head on over to her page and vote! If you don’t, well, feel free to tell me in the comments. Story below.
I stood at the window, and on the other side of the frosted glass was an ocean of snow burning with a golden sheen from the early morning light. Although toasty in the room, I still felt a chill run through my body when my mother spoke after I put my hand on the crisp window.
“Get your greasy fingers off there, Alice. Look, you’ve smudge it!”
I sat across from her and said, “Sorry. I’ll clean it later.”
“You better. You know, your sister would never do that.”
I muttered, “I know.”
“Stop that mumbling. You’ll never find a husband if no one can understand what you’re saying. Sarah had no problem finding a good one, why can’t you?”
“Mom, I’m perfectly capable of finding someone.”
“You mean that lesbian?”
“She has a name, mom.”
“Don’t matter if she has a name or not. She’s going to hell, anyway. You, too. I always knew you were wrong in the head.”
“Don’t you raise your voice at me, young lady!”
I slammed my fists on the table, stood, and paced across the room. My mother refused to look at me. Bitch. Couldn’t even look me in the eye while harassing me. If my father was there, he might have told her that I deserved her love as much as Sara. Sadly, he was gone. So, it was up to me to convince her I was the better sibling.
I said, “I finished college. Did you know that? Sarah didn’t even go.”
I could feel my mother’s cold snicker burning my skin. “If you didn’t waste your time doing sinful things with women you could find yourself a nice man and wouldn’t need school. Derek takes care of Sarah, so she has time to spend with her family.”
“I’d rather be independent than a leach like you and Sarah.”
“Don’t act so surprised. After daddy died, you had no way of supporting yourself.”
“Oh, really? So, Sarah and Derek don’t pay all your bills?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. It figures, too. Always trying to prove you’re better than your sister with your lies,” she said, and then laughed. “That’s all you do when you open your mouth. Like when you put Uncle Charlie in jail. That’s right, we all know you just said those nasty things because he didn’t want you. No one wants you. You’re just a little whore that—”
I smacked her hard, finally silencing her. Her head angled toward the window, and she stared through the glass at the wintery wonderland with her glazed, dead eyes.
“Sorry, mom. Want breakfast?” I asked as I retrieved the cleaver from her skull. “I’m making eggs.”
“I hate eggs,” she said.
“Fine, then starve. That’s all I’m gonna make.”
“That’s because you don’t know how to cook.”
“Damn it, mom! Can’t you just stop for one fucking minute?”
She refused to look at me. She just stared out that window and laughed.