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Authors: Olivia Gaines
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swollen with my son chokes me up inside, Honey. Falling head over heels is easy when you let go of the fantasy and connect with the man.”
Pecola swallowed hard. He grabbed her hand and placed it upon him real low, the worn zipper of the jeans pressing through the fabric into her hand. “With this, I can create a life that will grow inside of you,” he said to her. He moved her hand inside of the worn blue shirt that had a hole in it. “I can also use this to spark life that will burst out of you to fill this home.”
The words were powerful pellets hitting her in the face like little sprays of desire. The saliva was coagulating in her throat as she tried to process the cleanliness of his words fueled by the passion in his voice. Those fancy words in his letters were what made her yearn at night to be beside him. ‘Our vision’ from those kissable lips in the breaking of the daylight touched something inside of her. The litanies she’d made in the middle of the night to whatever deity could hear her concerns of whether or not this man was the right choice or not, had been answered.
“Okay,” she managed to get out.
“Okay what, Honey?”
“Okay to whatever in the Hell you want, Big Daddy,” she said to him.
He kissed her hard on the mouth before picking up his Stetson off the rack, reaching for the back door. “Get some sleep. I shall see you at lunch time,” he told her.
A nod of his head accompanied the tilt of his hat and he was gone. Since she was not going to be able to curse in his presence, there was nothing to stop her from saying what she thought in an empty house.
“Holy fuck balls!” she yelled out loud. “What a man!”
S omewhere after 9 am, Pecola rose from the guest bed and dressed in a soft pink, loose-fitting dress to start her day for the second time. This go around, the coffee cup in her hand was full of hot chicory coffee that was strong enough to put hairs on her butt yet also good, eye-opening and robust. She placed a warmed piece of ham inside a sliced biscuit. Today, Pecola was determined to go out the front door to see the front of her new home.
“If I were kidnapped, I wouldn’t even know how to get home, let alone know the house looks like,” she said as she opened the front door. The first steps onto the front porch were as marvelous as stepping onto the back one; the beauty of the land was awe-inspiring. She walked into the largest front yard she’d ever seen in her life and rolling fields of wildflowers danced across the verdant landscape. A long, winding dirt road meandered across the property and seemingly dropped off into the middle of the horizon. The white picket fence only went part way down the lane, whereas the mountains seemed to encapsulate the land around the yellow home, almost hugging it in a protective embrace.
For the first time in her life, the word minuscule popped into her head. In the vastness of the land, a speck of hum life stood in the middle of 10 square miles of Western beauty.
“This is amazing,” she said aloud. So amazing words to describe it needed to be cast upon paper, or in her case, a screen. She set her coffee on the porch railing while she ran inside the house to fetch her tablet. Pecola returned to the porch, leaned back in the rocker, and propped up her feet to begin a new story. Nimble fingers flew across the keys as the words filled the page.
Time slipped away from her as she lost herself inside of the wagon of Luella Parsimony on her western trip to the great state of Oregon to meet her new husband. A smile formed on Pecola’s lips as the idea of Luella’s wagon breaking down on the outskirts of Randolph Johnson’s land in Montana territory. What if ...
Her thoughts were interrupted by an adorable foal running across the front yard followed closely by its mother. The older gentleman who was in the barn also came around the side of the house.
“Hey there, Mrs. Johnson,” Pap said with a wry twist
Pecola swallowed hard. He grabbed her hand and placed it upon him real low, the worn zipper of the jeans pressing through the fabric into her hand. “With this, I can create a life that will grow inside of you,” he said to her. He moved her hand inside of the worn blue shirt that had a hole in it. “I can also use this to spark life that will burst out of you to fill this home.”
The words were powerful pellets hitting her in the face like little sprays of desire. The saliva was coagulating in her throat as she tried to process the cleanliness of his words fueled by the passion in his voice. Those fancy words in his letters were what made her yearn at night to be beside him. ‘Our vision’ from those kissable lips in the breaking of the daylight touched something inside of her. The litanies she’d made in the middle of the night to whatever deity could hear her concerns of whether or not this man was the right choice or not, had been answered.
“Okay,” she managed to get out.
“Okay what, Honey?”
“Okay to whatever in the Hell you want, Big Daddy,” she said to him.
He kissed her hard on the mouth before picking up his Stetson off the rack, reaching for the back door. “Get some sleep. I shall see you at lunch time,” he told her.
A nod of his head accompanied the tilt of his hat and he was gone. Since she was not going to be able to curse in his presence, there was nothing to stop her from saying what she thought in an empty house.
“Holy fuck balls!” she yelled out loud. “What a man!”
S omewhere after 9 am, Pecola rose from the guest bed and dressed in a soft pink, loose-fitting dress to start her day for the second time. This go around, the coffee cup in her hand was full of hot chicory coffee that was strong enough to put hairs on her butt yet also good, eye-opening and robust. She placed a warmed piece of ham inside a sliced biscuit. Today, Pecola was determined to go out the front door to see the front of her new home.
“If I were kidnapped, I wouldn’t even know how to get home, let alone know the house looks like,” she said as she opened the front door. The first steps onto the front porch were as marvelous as stepping onto the back one; the beauty of the land was awe-inspiring. She walked into the largest front yard she’d ever seen in her life and rolling fields of wildflowers danced across the verdant landscape. A long, winding dirt road meandered across the property and seemingly dropped off into the middle of the horizon. The white picket fence only went part way down the lane, whereas the mountains seemed to encapsulate the land around the yellow home, almost hugging it in a protective embrace.
For the first time in her life, the word minuscule popped into her head. In the vastness of the land, a speck of hum life stood in the middle of 10 square miles of Western beauty.
“This is amazing,” she said aloud. So amazing words to describe it needed to be cast upon paper, or in her case, a screen. She set her coffee on the porch railing while she ran inside the house to fetch her tablet. Pecola returned to the porch, leaned back in the rocker, and propped up her feet to begin a new story. Nimble fingers flew across the keys as the words filled the page.
Time slipped away from her as she lost herself inside of the wagon of Luella Parsimony on her western trip to the great state of Oregon to meet her new husband. A smile formed on Pecola’s lips as the idea of Luella’s wagon breaking down on the outskirts of Randolph Johnson’s land in Montana territory. What if ...
Her thoughts were interrupted by an adorable foal running across the front yard followed closely by its mother. The older gentleman who was in the barn also came around the side of the house.
“Hey there, Mrs. Johnson,” Pap said with a wry twist
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