© 2014 Pamela Jones. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events or locales in this novella are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.
The following excerpt is from my short eBook, “Tomorrow Never Comes.” Bernice and her family have just received devastating news, and more trouble is on the way.
Mrs. Stowe quietly entered the room. “The baby is asleep,” she informed them as she stood before them.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Stowe,” Marlena said. “I really appreciate you taking care of Alicia.”
“It’s my pleasure. Is there any way I can assist you now?”
“Yes,” Bernice answered with a deep sigh. “Call Stacy and find out where Rico’s remains are. We need to get him back to Alabama and plan his funeral as soon as possible.” She lowered her sad eyes, never thinking the day would come when she’d bury her young brother. She always believed that being the oldest, she’d go first.
“Yes, ma’am.” Mrs. Stowe wiped a tear from her dark skinned face as she turned away. Now, she figured, wasn’t the time to break down. These two heartbroken sisters needed her to be the strong one, and that’s exactly what she intended to be. Nonetheless, she still couldn’t stop a second tear from flowing down her cheek. She was familiar with such pain: her own young son succumbed to a heroin overdose thirty years earlier.
“Oh, Mrs. Stowe,” Bernice called before she left the room, “before you make that call, please bring me a glass of Blue Wave.”
Mrs. Stowe worried that Bernice’s family woes were driving her to her own problem: alcoholism. While worrying about her siblings, she often consumed Blue Wave Raspberry Vodka. There were days when she drank as many as three glasses.
Her siblings didn’t know her secret, and Mrs. Stowe knew this wasn’t the time to neither reveal it nor express her concern about it. Instead, she offered an alternative. “How about a cup of chamomile –”
Mrs. Stowe’s suggestion was cut short when they suddenly heard the wood frame front door bust open as if the SWAT was invading the house. Jumping to their feet with their hearts thumping fast, they rushed to the damaged door to see a thick-bodied, bald head man standing in the entrance.
Standing at 6’4” with an angry look on his ugly face, the uninvited guest looked as intimidating as a gangbanger. However, he wasn’t a gangbanger.
He was Otis – Marlena’s abusive husband. He returned home early from his contracting job. When he didn’t see Marlena and Alicia there, he undoubtedly knew where she was and what she was up to.
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