Friday, August 29, 2014

Continuation8 of her momma makes it better

A thought occurs to her Momma will be upset, once she finds out I went through the window well to get inside the house. She might even take a spatula to my behind for not telling her the window screen was broken. Huffy sits down on the basement floor, her knees arched upwards and she wraps her hands around them, listening to the sounds upstairs.  If she could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, she could make her way upstairs without her mother noticing that she broke into the basement.  If only she’d move around a bit, I could find out where she is, she thought. She sat a couple more seconds listening and then shouts out "There!" looking up at the ceiling's left corner floor board. The floor board was four feet above her dad's tool table, next to the rolling red tool set and assorted containers of nuts and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.

New Continuation of the Compulsive Stealer

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

journaling

When I sit in book club, I make proclamations that open the world up to further question and debate, I initialize a conversation that will lay siege to future opportunities, I am the one who starts the debate and adds to it a thousand and one more twists on one thread of conversation.  Did I know that I had this skill, although I am still quite illiterate in prolonging a solid conversation, and give my own knowledge on the issues for 2 even 5 minutes at a time, quite surely my experience as a teacher will only add to my experience as an orator, forcing me to speak, forcing me to expand on knowledge, where I am the only one in the room with such quite authority on any given topic, for I AM the Teacher.

Continuation7 of Her Momma makes it better



Continuation7 of Her Momma makes it better
Steadily making her way up the stairs, she twisted the doors handle only to notice it wouldn't budge.  It must have been locked by father last night, she thought.  Her father baby- proofed the house two months ago on the onset of Huffy's newest foster baby, Shama, coming to live with them.  The whole house had safety measures in place from gates that bridged off every entry way to all rooms in the house, to white safety     on cupboards doors and basically every hinge in the home.  Huffy hit the door in anger then realized her mistake, and covered her hand over the place she hit, walking down the stairs at the same steady place, meticulously placing her feet so as to not hit the creaky floor boards beneath her.  If there was one thing she knew how to do, it was to make herself invisible and in this case unheard.  She took a chair and made her way up out  of the house from the window well.

Continuation5 Her momma makes it better

 Continuation5 Her momma makes it better
“So you're in dad's room," she whispered, like a villain about to get its victim.  "Stay right there, would you."  With her mother in this corner of the house, she could gain access to the basement stairs and make her way up to the kitchen.  But what would she do once she got there?  Would she brigade her mother once again for the Robert Redford recipe?  Would she be locked up in another room of the house?  Out of sight and out of mind, by her mother, who was most likely calling sponsors for the Cub Scout fundraiser.  She didn't have time to figure out her next position.  She made her way up the stairs, hoping to gain access to the kitchen where her mother left her.

Continuation4 of Her Mamma Makes it Better

Continuation4 of Her Mamma Makes it Better

"But Ma-I'm going to need the recipe to Robert Redford."  She accented the D's in Redford, pursing her lips at the end hoping to get her mother's attention in her newest interest in Robert Redford, although she had no idea who he was. 
Getting inside the home didn't make her worry.  Her mother would be upset with we she found out that Huffy went through the window well in order to get inside. She might even take a wooden spatula to Huffy's behind, for not telling her the screen was broken in the first place, so Huffy sat down on the basement floor her knees arched up and her hands wrapped around them, listening to the sounds upstairs.  She could pinpoint the exact room her mother was in, if she could hear the sound of  feet moving.  If she'd move around a bit more.  She thought.  "There!" she said excitedly to no one, looking up at the ceiling's left floor board. The floor board sat four feet below her dad's tool table, the one with the red    tool set and his assorted containers of nuts and bolts, drill sets and other gadgets Huffy had no use for.
 


Continuation3 of Her Mamma Makes it Better




Continuation3 of Her Mamma Makes it Better
“Mom, I need that recipe.”  Huffy states while stammering her feet.  She takes a piece of hair in her mouth and yells once again “Mom, I need that recipe.”  Her mother balances the wireless phone on her shoulder, pushing her daughter away, in-gloving her face with her right hand, while pushing her inside the door way, locking her inside the kitchen.  Her mother’s on the phone with an egg yolk shampoo company to see if they’ll sponsor a few products for her son’s cub scout fund raiser.  Being behind the locked door doesn't stop Huffy, from continuing her mantra, "I need that recipe, I need that recipe."  She bangs the door viciously rattling the wood against the door frames.  "Mom, I know you hear me! I need that recipe." Her mother's fast pace decision making is not lost on Huffy who knocks on the door three times before crossing the kitchen in order to access to the door that leads to the backyard.  She runs across the backyard's deck, slowly making her way to the side of the house, jumping up to look through several of the living room windows to capture what she hopes will be her mother in the living room.  She's not here.  She thinks to herself.  She looks up at the blue awning observing it for the first time, trying to think of an idea to gain access to the area of the house where her mother is.

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