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Autumn Leaves by EMichelle MamaChelliebooks Clark

Autumn Leaves by EMichelle MamaChelliebooks Clark

EMichelle MamaChelliebooks Clark
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I must have been sitting in my jeep with the motor running for at least fifteen minutes. The autumn leaves that scattered the pavement with the help of the wind reminded me of Flamenco dancers dressed in bright vivid fall colors.


I imagined that they were dancing to the sounds of a Spanish guitarist. It was a full harvest moon, on a Saturday night in November. It seemed like it was just yesterday that my boys were anxiously skipping from door to door, in their Halloween costumes.


Rahim was a sheriff, and Remy was his deputy. This sounds more or less right because Rahim is the leader and the older twin by five minutes. Remy is a calm soul that never minds following behind his brother. I turned around to check on them.


They were both stretched out on the back seat. No matter what the situation, they always seem to connect in position. They were laced together like a pretzel. Remy’s elbow was comfortably resting on Rahim’s face, while Rahim slobbered on the both of them.


I turned back around to check the time; it was ten in the evening. My cell phone was on vibrate, and steadily pulsating. I ignored the annoying pulsating vibrations because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.


I needed a sign from God. I reached in my glove compartment and grabbed a cigarette out of an old pack of Newport’s. I hadn’t had a cigarette in years. I had saved the pack of cancer sticks to remind myself that I was strong enough to quit, and that I had the ability to overcome all of my weaknesses.


I guess I was wrong. I was an emotional wreck. A thousand tears began to chase one another down my face. Each tear dripped upon my lips. I took a puff from the very strong and nasty cigarette, and while puffing, I realized that there was nothing nastier than a wet filter.


I inhaled two more puffs, and flicked the cancer stick out of the window. I turned off the car, and woke the boys. The message from God was just delivered to my heart. I had to have faith and believe that God would see me though this terrible ordeal.


I informed my boys that I loved them. Rahim began asking his thousandth question of the day. He whined, “Where are we going, and why are you crying?” Rahim was the child with one thousand questions with the requirement of instant answers.


I hushed him, and held both their hands as we walked into the building. I sat the boys beside a lady dressed in provocative red attire. She appeared to be a prostitute. She was asleep with her head resting in her lap.


I warned the boys not to move, and to not speak a sound. As I walked away, I turned back around, and stared directly at Rahim. I placed two fingers over my lips, just in case he decided to speak again.


He always needed constant reminders. I walked over to the desk, and fretfully stated, “Excuse me, sir; I need to report a murder. I mean, my name is Mrs. Sophia Jones-Reynolds, and I think I have just committed a murder!”
Format
ebook
Publisher
Smashwords Edition
Release
November 21, 2014
ISBN 13
9781310303111

Autumn Leaves by EMichelle MamaChelliebooks Clark

EMichelle MamaChelliebooks Clark
0/5 ( ratings)
I must have been sitting in my jeep with the motor running for at least fifteen minutes. The autumn leaves that scattered the pavement with the help of the wind reminded me of Flamenco dancers dressed in bright vivid fall colors.


I imagined that they were dancing to the sounds of a Spanish guitarist. It was a full harvest moon, on a Saturday night in November. It seemed like it was just yesterday that my boys were anxiously skipping from door to door, in their Halloween costumes.


Rahim was a sheriff, and Remy was his deputy. This sounds more or less right because Rahim is the leader and the older twin by five minutes. Remy is a calm soul that never minds following behind his brother. I turned around to check on them.


They were both stretched out on the back seat. No matter what the situation, they always seem to connect in position. They were laced together like a pretzel. Remy’s elbow was comfortably resting on Rahim’s face, while Rahim slobbered on the both of them.


I turned back around to check the time; it was ten in the evening. My cell phone was on vibrate, and steadily pulsating. I ignored the annoying pulsating vibrations because I didn’t feel like talking to anyone.


I needed a sign from God. I reached in my glove compartment and grabbed a cigarette out of an old pack of Newport’s. I hadn’t had a cigarette in years. I had saved the pack of cancer sticks to remind myself that I was strong enough to quit, and that I had the ability to overcome all of my weaknesses.


I guess I was wrong. I was an emotional wreck. A thousand tears began to chase one another down my face. Each tear dripped upon my lips. I took a puff from the very strong and nasty cigarette, and while puffing, I realized that there was nothing nastier than a wet filter.


I inhaled two more puffs, and flicked the cancer stick out of the window. I turned off the car, and woke the boys. The message from God was just delivered to my heart. I had to have faith and believe that God would see me though this terrible ordeal.


I informed my boys that I loved them. Rahim began asking his thousandth question of the day. He whined, “Where are we going, and why are you crying?” Rahim was the child with one thousand questions with the requirement of instant answers.


I hushed him, and held both their hands as we walked into the building. I sat the boys beside a lady dressed in provocative red attire. She appeared to be a prostitute. She was asleep with her head resting in her lap.


I warned the boys not to move, and to not speak a sound. As I walked away, I turned back around, and stared directly at Rahim. I placed two fingers over my lips, just in case he decided to speak again.


He always needed constant reminders. I walked over to the desk, and fretfully stated, “Excuse me, sir; I need to report a murder. I mean, my name is Mrs. Sophia Jones-Reynolds, and I think I have just committed a murder!”
Format
ebook
Publisher
Smashwords Edition
Release
November 21, 2014
ISBN 13
9781310303111

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