Friday, July 16, 2010

Photographs: A Short Story of fiction by April Gerard

**again, picture is not mine- found it on superstock and it did not give who was the photo's owner..but it does fit the theme of my little short story here so I hope they do not mind me using it**

Photographs: A Short Story of Fiction
written by April Gerard

She lifted the photograph from her stand near the sofa and pressed her worn, wrinkled hands over the glass- as if to caress the memories it conjured in her mind. So many years have gone by she thought. It was getting more and more difficult to get around these days. She sat down slowly, holding on to her cane to brace her body from falling down too suddenly. Old age it seems has a way of catching you unawares.

A smile came to her lips, but only half so, as if in disbelief that the picture was really so long ago. They were all grown now, beautiful souls they were. Handfuls back then. She let her hands run along the edge of the frame and with a sigh, held it in both hands at her lap and she lifted her chin a bit while her eyes gazed off into the memories of the distant past.

"Mama, Where are we going?" the youngest yelled from the back seat. The two boys were fighting over who got the rubix cube next. One had undone the seatbelt reaching over the girls to the other, trying to take it out of the other boy's hand.

"Darrin, that's enough! You get your tail end buckled back up or so help me I'll make sure your butt's blistered good and red if I got to pull over this here car!" She shook her head, put her elbow up on the window sill to let her hand rest on her forehead. It took every bit of fiber in her being not to let them tears run down her cheeks while she kept her hand on the wheel and the eyes back and forth between the road ahead of her, the rearview mirror, and the children in between. The car, a big boat, seemed as sluggish as she felt- overworked and over worn with use. She had crammed all their belongings in that pale mint green '69 buick skylark. Damn two door things were heavy as hell, but they at least kept the kids inside the vehicle.

"Mama, are we there yet?" one of the girls piped up.

"Yeah Mama I'm hungry!" the other said.

"You might be hungry, but I gotta go pee! Mama I gotta go pee!" said the first girl.

"Give me that back! MAMA! Darrin took it and he won't give it back!" that was Damian, trying hard not to let his tears of frustration eek outta his eyes. Him and his brother never could get along. Even to this day they still had them fights that liked to near knock the breath outta her. Her own eyes misted a bit, that day had been a hard one. For the kids, it had just been one long, hot, and tiring drive. They hadn't known that they weren't coming back. If they had lord knows that her two oldest ones might never have stepped inside the car. 

They had tried so hard to please that bastard of a man, they adored him and feared him 'tall the same time. They never knew it weren't supposed to be that way.

The weathers were a brewing up a storm that day. She could feel it in her bones, the way you knew for certain hard times were up ahead. And she had been right. Those next few months with them kids of hers were near more than she could take, but she did. Raised up right and proper she did. Well, at least as much as any one Mama could do on her own in them days.

She looked a good while at her hands, noting the wrinkles & the new browning spots coming up here and there, hardly noticeable to the untrained eye. So many changes in her since then. That day had been her 24th birthday.

She had had no real belongings of her own, raising up kids while she was near a youngun' herself. Talia & Darrin both born less than a year apart when she was 15. But man how her eyes thought the world of their father then.

He was gonna rescue her, swept her clean off her feet with them there innocent eyes of hers looking at him like he was a the way outta the dirt poor conditions waiting for her at her Mam's house. Yes Sir, he was gonna be a fine gentleman for her to be with. Not 'tall like them fellas looming across the street from her Mam's house. To hell with what all these nobody's around her thought, didn't look as though they were getting outta this place. No Sir, she was getting out and he was her ticket.

'Course she wasn't one for listening to what everybody else had to say either.  Lord knows she had to learn them there lessons the hard way. 

"Yes" She thought to herself, "I shore did have to learn 'em the hard way." She ran her fingers across the edge of the frame of the photograph.  So many many memories. Such a rough road, but one that had been well worth the travel.  Years, watching them grow into fine young men and women.  She smiled to herself, the road had definitely been worth the travel...even if it did seem near 'mpossible then....


Opaque said...

A bold decision. The right decision.

Insomniac said...

that was beautiful, it reminds me of my mother and my sister and I right now. My dad passed when I was in the first grade and my mom never gave up trying to bring us up the right way. :) great write.

pilgrimchick said...

I really liked this story--it said a great deal in much fewer words than many would have chosen to use.

TechnoBabe said...

This is some pretty good fiction writing here. I came here from Ajey's blog. I like that you had us reading this with an accent. Made it even more fun while reading.