No End in Sight
The cold tile under her feet was always preferable to shoes. That was something her mother never understood. Just like nobody understood when Karl passed away she didn’t want to be bothered by anyone for a long time. She went to the beach where she could feel the cool sand in her toes and stood under the gray sky watching the waves for hours. Then she went home and wondered what was next.
He looked across the beach and saw a woman who reminded him of a girl he knew in college. Only this woman was older then the 22-year-old girl he’s last seen. The woman on the beach was around his age. Standing alone she watched the waves. He should have gone up to her, or at least walked by close enough to see if it was the girl who’d haunted his thoughts for the past 30 years.
After she arrived home she sat on her deck listening to the sounds of the woodpeckers. A dog barked or other suburban sounds drifted over the fence. She poured another glass of wine. Now what?
He texted his daughter back. Just a greeting from a college 4 hours away. He thought how she liked the cookies from the recipe his grandmother made up for her grandchildren. As he baked a batch to mail down to Allyson he thought about the woman on the beach. He’d been Allyson’s age when he knew her.
Life wasn’t a romance novel she thought as she fixed the toilet handle in the downstairs bathroom. The cats came in and out to watch. One started to unroll the toilet paper. She laughed. It was a waste of time to get mad at a cat for being a cat.
The last time he’d spoken to her she’d been looking for work and thinking about graduate school. She’s said something about going to Europe. Maybe she was there now living in a country house married to a flamboyant Englishman. He looked up her name on Facebook. She was there. She was sure she was the woman he’d seen on the beach. On her page were posts about her kids, her cats, literary quotes, information about art shows and scientific discoveries. There were photos of the beach. Now what? Putting in a friend request wasn’t exactly the way he wanted to reconnect, if he did decide to reconnect.
I thought about this. Got coffee. Looked at it again. Thought about it. Wrote some more and erased it. So, now that I’ve written myself into a hole…what do you think should happen?
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman (who has serious writer’s block today)
Short Stories from Vampire Maman
A good portion of the posts on Vampiremaman.com read like short stories, but the list here is of stand alone stories that don’t always follow the tales of Juliette’s life with her husband, kids and assorted Vampire Mom adventures. Some are from guest authors. A good portion of these tales don’t even have Vampires.
Expect the unexpected … and a lot of fun! Click on the title to go to the story.
You’ll find Gothic romance, horror, humor and a lot of unexpected fun.
- Dancing on the Beach
- Morning in the Vineyard
- When You Grow Old
- Heart Shaped Box
- A Man Should Have What He Wants
- Ode to a Greek God
- The Necklace
- The Travelers
- The Shadow of Fire
- Robert and the Key
- Dark Politics
- Romance of the Needles
- The Child
- A Night at the Crest
- Dawn of the Undead
- Sunday School
- The Time Travelers
- I’ll Return to You
- My Vampire Lover
- Innocenzio D’Antonio