A scene from an unfinished work—the beginning of her end—Part 8

01 Aug

                                                               But, nothing!

        Michael entered the diner with a face of pure innocence. Soft brown eyes strained bringing attention to the tense expression. The crisp and well-tailored uniform did not hide the feeling rising in the young man. He looked the child, separated from his mother. Two patrons, an elderly couple using the restaurant for the first time smiled at the nervous soldier.

        “One sir…would you like a booth or…” The young teenager dressed appropriately for her role as hostess smiled while fluttering deep green eyes. Her scent was light with a fruity hint of oranges. A simple black dress hung perfectly from the proportioned body. The main reason her uncle asked her to fill her summer vacation with employment at the eating establishment. The man’s own daughters would have had male customers to preoccupied with the family trait of large breasts. He would find it hard to be a congenial personality watching a group of construction workers ogling his babies.

          “I’m looking for Julia.” Michael’s uniform did catch the young girl’s eye. The distinct aspect of military dress pants bloused in shiny black boots was worn with pride.

          The traditional green outfit was still topped by the red beret. Michael had hoped to exchange it for the green one so highly prized. But those thoughts were farther away for the young man than the training he would soon start in North Carolina.

        “Who are you?” The owner’s wife, a constant confident of the young woman continued with her questions. “Are you Michael?” No answer was necessary. The bulky woman gripped the muscled sleeve and almost dragged the startled, and vulnerable young soldier to an isolated part of the restaurant.

         “I’m Valeria…never mind how I know you.” The woman reacted to Michael’s bewildered expression. “My God! You’re adorable.” A deep breath separated the pair, giving Michael time to collect his thoughts.

         “I must see her. They said she’s at work.” The they was Sarah, whose shock at seeing the distraught soldier caused another few seconds for both of them to stand with puzzled looks upon their faces. Michael would react with the speed of an advancing unit under fire, scampering back into his brother-in-law’s Lincoln and speeding to this present destination.

         “Listen,” something difficult to say was hanging onto the older woman’s lips.

         “Listen…she is up the road in the construction shed? Understand?”

          Michael resumed the incredible daylong journey into total confusion.


         “Listen…Michael…I feel that I know you…but never mind that.” She pushed the stuttering soldier as fast as she had dragged him, toward the door. “Hurry, I don’t like what she wants to do.”

What she wants to do? The last words rested, or to be exact, cut through the young man’s brain as if on the tip of a saw. He was hustled out the door, and pointed in the direction of the construction site.

       The aluminum house glistened in the distance. Michael cut toward the building in fast strides. Crunching jump boots smashed and decimated any unfortunate piece of glass or twig in his path. Thumping vibrations moved the Class A jacket up and down. He could hear the thunder of a heart full of longing. A heart full of love.

       As the young man approached the pale white overgrown shed, he could only thing about what Valeria said as she pushed hi down the steps toward the street.

       “Michael…hurry…stop her…I don’t like what she wants to do.”

        He could only think, “was she in danger?” If he only knew?

       “Bitch!” The smack rattled her teeth. John often threatened a smack as a result of something he did not want to hear, but this was the first time she felt his palm on her cheek.

        “My wife knows everything…you get rid of the baby…or I’ll lose it all.” A red outline of John’s fingers stood out on Julia’s dark complexion. Her tears would be wasted as she begged for him to understand.

        “I won’t bother you. I just want the baby and to be left alone.” Julia hoped to ease the worried philanderer that there would be no fear of “child support” or any need to legitimize the child. Julia just wanted to be free of him.

        “And what about next year…or if you need money?” The vice like grip of her slender arm was leaving a matching imprint resembling the streak on the young woman’s cheek.

      “Bitch!” Another smack covered the creak of the front door. “You’re a fuckin’ whore and you won’t ruin my life.” John raised his hand again. This smack would be delivered with more force. The smirk on his face was greeted with another tearful plea.

      “John…please…the baby.”

      The open hand of the irate man froze in mid-air. The silhouette at the door gleamed with the setting sun shooting from the visitors back. The shining boot stepped forward.


12 responses to “A scene from an unfinished work—the beginning of her end—Part 8

  1. Bodhirose

    August 1, 2011 at 4:37 am

    Michael to the rescue–just in time. I’m sure the next chapter will not start out very well for John.

    • jgavinallan

      August 1, 2011 at 6:35 pm

      All I can say to that is….hehehehehehe…
      Plus…I apologize for the formatting…this is two parts in a row where I have been very upset with how the post comes out on the blog…

  2. Bodhirose

    August 1, 2011 at 6:47 pm

    Really, the formatting doesn’t look too bad, Jaye. But I know how frustrating it can be when it doesn’t work out like you would like it to.

    OK, I’m ready for more…

    Gayle xoxo

    P.S. We’re having a major storm here right now. Lots of flashes and boomings!

    • jgavinallan

      August 1, 2011 at 6:49 pm

      Storms…I saw Black Swan during a storm…I still can’t sleep…
      PS: Stay inside and compose…
      and toodles…lol

      • Bodhirose

        August 1, 2011 at 7:03 pm

        “Black Swan” could keep you awake even during a clear sky!


      • jgavinallan

        August 1, 2011 at 7:27 pm

        Gayle: Amen to that…
        I know Julia was not afraid…when she saw it, Michael was holding her…

  3. Victoria Ceretto-Slotto

    August 1, 2011 at 10:02 pm

    Jaye…I know I’ve told you this before, but your writing is poetic. I wish you’d give poetry a try. You’ve got it in you. I dare you, my friend!

    • jgavinallan

      August 1, 2011 at 10:24 pm

      I promise. Let me take care of this triangle first.
      Also…sorry about the format. I need paragraphs and breaks or spaces to influence emotion…I guess wordpress is itchy or not responding to my needs this week.
      I promise

      • Victoria Ceretto-Slotto

        August 2, 2011 at 11:10 pm

        Have you tried writing on Word and then cutting and pasting into WordPress. No need to apologize for the format, though. The content makes up for it.

      • jgavinallan

        August 2, 2011 at 11:27 pm

        Actually, that is what I do…I just got home…so will try Gayle’s advice…she sent me a website to help
        Thanks Victoria

  4. thepetalpusher

    August 2, 2011 at 9:52 pm

    I really get into your characters, Jaye. Nice job.

    • jgavinallan

      August 2, 2011 at 9:56 pm

      Thanks…I appreciate your patience with the formatting.
      Gayle turned me on to a wordpress website to help. My paragraphs and spaces are more than grammatical or “good structure.” They are used for stimulation of the reader’s emotions

      Oh Well…
      Thank you for your kind words.
      PS: I am writing this on a bus…isn’t the modern world wonderful


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