Hey, everyone! This is the fifth scene of the story that I’m posting as I write. I’m doing my best to keep it at or under 300 words. It’s based on a true story. Mine. The names of people have been changed to protect the innocent. Also, this has not been edited so it’s not going to be perfect. I plan on expanding and polishing this later on for publication.
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THE HOUSE ON MENDCINO STREET
Maddie reached for her daughter after Bob and the realtor went outside. “Come here, sugar.”
Arms spread wide, Niki dashed toward her mother. She wrapped her little arms around her mother’s small hips, and squeezed. “Mr. Bob’s mad at me.” She sobbed into her mother’s blue jeans.
“He just doesn’t understand. He’s never been married and has never had a child. That’s all.” Maddie loved her daughter and wanted everything to go well between Bob and her daughter. In the initial dating stage, he doted over her. But now that it got closer to the wedding date, it had changed.
“He’s grumpy all the time like daddy is.” Niki’s own dad drank himself into oblivion everyday. It made him mean. She visited him through the Department of Children and Families every other week for an hour.
Maddie rubbed her daughter’s back, pressing her closer into her. “It’ll be okay.” She really wanted it to be. She wanted happy and normal. Whatever that was. “I promise.”
A small black mist forming to the right of Maddie, caught her eye. She blinked like she did when waiting in her car. Must be visual floaters again. They were a constant nuisance
Niki lifted her head, glancing up at her mom.
The room chilled over, and a strange breeze passed by them. For a micro moment it rippled through Maddie’s hair, like someone had gently brushed it off her face. It sent shivers all through her.
Niki giggled, casting her gaze somewhere beyond her mother’s right hip.
Maddie watched her daughter’s eyes move. They were following something or someone. Probably Sylvia. Her daughter’s imaginary friend gave the child a sense of comfort.
“He’s here,” Niki said.
© Shelly Arkon 2013