Day #3 – Nana’s House

After brushing her teeth and washing her face she returned to her room feeling a bit more refreshed. But that didn’t last long. Her heart skipped a beat when she glanced at her clock. It was almost 11 o’clock and she promised to visit her grandmother today at 11:30. She knew that if she didn’t leave in the next ten minutes she was going to miss the bus and the Saturday schedule meant she wouldn’t be able to catch another one for three more hours. Knowing that her grandmother is quite possibly the Guinness world record holder for “Grumpiest Grandparent Ever”, she couldn’t imagine how much more torturous of a visit would be if she arrived late. She frantically started putting her legs into her pants but only got one in as she hopped around looking for her shirt. She grabbed her olive green jacket from her desk chair, her keys, cell phone and purse off her nightstand and ran out into the living room. Sliding her black canvas shoes on to her feet as she walked through the front door, hoping she didn’t forget anything. Swiftly making her way to the bus while trying to put her hair in a bun she spotted the bus making its way around the corner. She started flagging it down so hysterically she looked like a palm tree in a hurricane. The bus came to a stop before her and the doors opened.

“Late to see your Nana again Lana?” said Martin the usual bus driver for this route and long time friend of Lana’s.

“You know me well Marty.” she replied as she hopped unto the bus with one leap.

“How much time do you have left?” he asked as the doors closed behind her. Lana looked at her phone while grabbing hold of a nearby pole as the bus drove off.

“Fifteen minutes,” she said smiling nervously. “But I’m sure she won’t be too upset if I’m a few minutes late.”

“That’s what you said last time, remember, and then she called your mother and told her that you were a chaotic mess and that she should have sent you to military school like she always suggested.”

“I’m pretty sure she was just in a bad mood”

“I’m pretty sure she was born a bad mood”

“Hey now, she’s not all bad y’know she just…has her moments”

“Whatever you say, Lana.”

“Less talky more drivy, Marty” she said taking the seat immediately behind him, putting her feet up against the wall in front of her and began checking her phone. About thirty minutes later of cringing through several photos and videos from her well documented deeds of last night on social media she looked up and saw that she was near her destination. She jumped out of her seat and moved back to the pole she had grabbed onto before.

“Was nice knowing ya Lanz” Martin said with a devilish grin and a chuckle with his eyes still focused on the road.

“Oh whatever Marty, just gimme my stop” She replied playfully.

The bus slowly came to a halt and she stood by the doors as they opened.

“Thanks Marty!” she yelled as she hopped out “See you at four!”

“See ya!” He waved, closing the doors behind her and driving off.

With a few seconds left to spare she bolted up the pathway of her grandmother’s well tailored front lawn. Rang the doorbell and waited while she caught her breath. The locks and latches released as the door swung open and behind it stood the very disenchanted Nana.

“You’re late…as usual” she said with a look of discontent on her face.


Day #2 – The Awakening

With a heaviness in her eyes she arose from her pillow and sat up in her bed. She had stayed up too way too late, she thought to herself, rubbing her temples as jet-black locs brushed against the backs of her hands. She pushed off her bed, stood up, and steadily made her way to the vanity mirror across the room. She tried carefully to evade this week’s dirty laundry strewn about the floor. She gazed at herself, observing the aftermath of last night on her cocoa-coloured skin while rubbing her eyes momentarily. She dropped her arms to her sides, flung her head back and let out a big sigh. Mustering what energy she had left, she slowly marched to the bathroom.

Day # 1 – Afternoon Stroll

It was a warm and sunny day. Great white puffs floated across the deep blue sky. The thought surfaced in my mind that it was perfect weather to go on an afternoon stroll. Without hesitation I grabbed my backpack, house keys, favourite pair of sunglasses and headed out, locking up the gate behind me. I immediately took note of the sidewalk. Cracked here and there from the elements and slightly unlevelled from the patches of grass growing out of the crevices. As the sun started to beat on my head I came across the first house on my path. My neighbour Mr. Letty, who lived just beside me. A friendly guy who was into the business of home repair and improvement. Happily sharing harmless advice or a funny anecdote about his past. As I continued I passed one of my favourite neighbours, a lovely woman who lived about five houses down. She had silver, curly hair and was in her late sixties. She was constantly outside tending to her garden. The most manicured lawn on the street in my opinion. It was as though the grass was always green and never grew one inch further than she wished it. All of her plants bloomed in bright hues of red, yellow, orange and purple. Her poui tree, which grew tall just over her fence, would decorate the sidewalk with it’s bright yellow blossoms and provided a quick relief on hot summer afternoons. She was happy to greet passersby with a smile and a good afternoon but she without fail she would stop whatever gardening task she was doing to say hello to me and ask how I was doing or to wish me a wonderful day. To which I returned same greetings to her. After that, I would make my way passed my neighbour, the nurse. She was retired but still contributed at one of the local old age homes. She had two dogs, a brown great dane and a black and white mutt she got from a family friend. They came running up to the gate almost tearing it down to make sure they scare off potential intruders. I tried not to flinch when I wave to her while her dogs’ incessant barking continued to break sound barriers all across the island. Finally I reached the end of the street and I took a right and continued unto the main road so I could get to the community park. It’s not the world’s best park but it’s a nice place to sit and take a breather or just watch nature go by. It seemed a fitting place to rest my legs. After one more stop to help a person driving by with directions I finally made it onto the main road and the park entrance. I immediately locate the bench and tree under which I wanted to take a seat and headed straight for it. I watched the birds flying by in the sky, cars whizzing passed and other patrons jogging, playing ball or taking their kids to the swing sets. Once the sun began to set in the sky and flocks of birds started their evening journey home, I figured it was time to head back home myself. With a deep feeling of contentment and a smile on my face, I exhale and say to myself that it was a lovely afternoon.

30 Day Writing Challenge!

Now that I’m free from the shackles that were my school assignments and projects I will be able to flex my creative writing muscles a bit more. During the month of May I will be doing a 30 day writing challenge. I’m very excited because I normally don’t put a time limit on my writing. I wait till I’m inspired which can be good because then the stories have more of a connection but it can be bad because sometimes I leave a story unwritten for two years (not kidding I actually have half-written stories from 2015 backwards).

So look out for new stuff coming from yours truly. I’m hoping to take on more writing challenges in coming months like Flash Fiction and 6-word shorts as well. But for now do enjoy the oncoming madness that shall be my May!

I hope you guys enjoy,

– Summer : )

Short Story: The Garage Sale on Plumbago

While driving home on a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon my mother, sister and I saw a sign crudely taped to a light pole advertising a garage sale being held on Plumbago Path, a street in the small community of Mona Heights. We all agreed we were curious to check it out, took don the address and changed directions to the mystifying sale. We slowly pulled up to the residence where we encountered an aged white house with a tilted driveway and a neat little garden of various house plants in front of the verandah.

A teeny, elderly woman walked up to the grill, no taller than a twelve year old child. She had silver hair, fair wrinkled skin and a she was wearing the most darling house dress with a floral pattern along the hems. We greeted her with a good afternoon and asked if the sale was still going on and she smiled yelled out enthusiastically “Of course!” With that we unlatched the gate and entered her home.

She had laid out her merchandise all along a trestle table and an old bookshelf in her carport. We took our time and started to peruse what articles she had left as you could tell that we arrived after a larger crowd made off with the rest from the empty spots on the table. There were lovely crystal bowls and glasses, used kitchen accessories, but the real eye catchers were the relics from a different time. She had things that came straight out of the 1940’s and beyond. Old radios, cosmetics, appliances even an old sewing machine. It was like walking through a time capsule. Many of them were now obsolete, no longer fully functioning or just plain useless in current times. Nonetheless my family and I were having fun examining at them and hearing my mother explain how they were once used. Funny enough the radio station the old woman had playing in the background were playing songs from that era. Then something caught my eye, a tiny black jewellery box with an orange lily flower etched on the top and a mirror on the inside. I knew that it was coming home with me.

The frail old woman was happily showing my mother her garland Christmas lights while I looked around slowly and saw her life through each of the items, ladened in dust. As I continued to look around, in my mind grew a rather sad tone. The woman had mentioned that was selling these things because she was moving in with her son. Which ultimately means that she’s moving somewhere to be taken care of and eventually die.I thought about how she would have had a husband or a fond lover who has left here whether into the next world or just another part of town. How the old clock leaned against an old vanity box once made her feel like she had all the time in the world. How the picture frames once held the memories of those who were close to her. How the old cosmetic products may have reminded her of her youthful days. And how she must feel now, selling it all to move into another’s house with another family and live another life.

I suppose that’s just how it goes. As I started to get wrapped up in my own thoughts I heard a voice calling out to me. It was my mother telling me it was time to leave. I grabbed the jewellery box, gave the old woman the money for it then quickly made my way to the car. Just before I opened the car door I turned back to say thank you and goodbye to the woman and when I did I noticed something. Even though she was selling her possessions, getting ready to move out of the home she’s known for most of her life and eventually face her own mortality, she was still smiling. Brighter than the sun that shone above us. Not very many people can do that.

And with that she gave me hope.

Short Story: Windows to the Soul

I had just moved into this rather small flat for my first year out of college thinking myself being so independent. I just finished bringing in the last box and I stood up and looked around the room. Nothing out of the ordinary, a simple room with four light blue walls and a one window that engulfed one of them. Outside as the view of the neighbouring road, patch of grass and a tall oak tree which stood abreast the road. When I look at the tree initially I thought I saw something or someone standing beside the tree. When I looked again I saw nothing, I assumed that I was seeing things because I was exhausted from packing. I was wrong.

Afterward I kept seeing this thing, this figure. I could never quite make it out but I felt like it was watching me. I got curtains the following week hoping it would solve the situation, but I could still feel it’s piercing gaze through the hanging fabric. Even at night when the moon wasn’t even out I could see it watching me, unmoving and unwelcoming.

While sitting at my desk, unable to take it any longer I was determined to get to the bottom of this. I decided I was going to outside to figure out if this creature was actually out there or figure if I should check into the nearest mental hospital. I grabbed my flashlight, my house keys and my coat and head out the door, locking behind me. I walk around the building to the back entrance and slowly walk up to the tree with the flashlight pointing dead ahead. Before I even approach it I see that the figure is no longer there. Feeling a sense of relief and curiosity I walk up to the tree and stood where the figure would have stood and looked to my room window. In astonishment I look to see a figure standing in my room and as I looked much closer I dropped my flashlight in astonishment. I saw myself looking out the window and smiling.