Hey, everyone! This is the third 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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Have a chocolate-filled day while I’m at work loppity-lopping today.
Hugs and chocolate,
THE HOUSE ON MENDOCINO STREET
Finally, Bob and the realtor pulled into the drive next to Maddie’s mini van. They both came in the real estate agent’s Mercedes. That meant Bob’s pick-up probably broke down again.
Both men nodded a ‘hello’ to Maddie and got out of the car. They walked in front of the mini van.
Bob stopped and gazed through Maddie’s windshield, gesturing for her to hurry. The realtor rounded the north corner of the house toward the front door.
God, there he goes again acting like a traffic cop. Annoying as hell. Maddie got out of her mini van. “I’m coming.”
Bob shoved his hands into his blue jean pockets, looking around her. “Where’s the midget?” A smirk popped on his face.
“In the backyard.”
“Exploring.” Maddie waltzed passed him. She stuck her nose in the air. “Remember when you were six?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t aloud to explore.” Bob came up behind her quickly and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Exactly.” That’s your problem, Maddie thought, as she allowed him to nuzzle her neck. “How do you expect a child to grow up normal?”
“Are you saying I’m not normal?”
“We’ll discuss this later. I’m sure the realtor would like to get the show on the road.” Maddie peeled his hands from her waist and walked toward the open front door to the house.
The real estate angent stood in the middle of the large empty living room, peering out the wide front window.
As soon as Maddie’s shoes hit the threshold, a tingling sensation rushed through her, keeping her from going further in. A dark shadow washed over the yellowing walls. The realtor didn’t seem to notice.
Bob caught up to her, pressed his index finger into her back, and pushed her forward. “What are you doing?” His voice sounded agitated.
“Nothing.” Maddie moved into the house to get his finger off her back. She hated his tendency to prod her along in the public eye. It was degrading.
“What do you all think?” The realtor asked.
Bob clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. “Looks---“
What sounded like a back door slapping a wall came from the back of the house.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Niki yelled. She skipped into the living room. “The man in the back yard says I can call him Grandpa Ed.”
© Shelly Arkon 2013