The noonday sun cut through Sadie’s dance studio as she prepared for her early class of Kindergarten girls all dressed in their pink leotards and ballet slippers. Giving up her career had been the daughterly thing to do as she cared for her dying mother. Secretly she prayed her mother would refuse her help because Sadie was living her dream, well not her dream but earning her dues at a regional level.
“Do you have private lessons?” a familiar deep voice broke Sadie from her task.
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to teach you much.”
“I’m sure there’s something I don’t know.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t need to learn, I said I wouldn’t be able to teach you. You never were one to take instructions.”
“When did you ever try to teach me?”
“I do remember a few times.” She smiled at her ex as crossed the room and took her in his arms.
“I’ve missed you?”
“I could tell by all the letters and phone calls.” She grimaced.
Matthew stroked back the few loose hairs that had escaped her bun and tucked them behind her ear. A shiver shot down her body culminating in her pointing her toes. He’d always made her quake and even the warm sun coming through her window couldn’t calm the chills racing through her body.
“You left me.”
Sadie tried to pull herself from his arms only to have him hold tighter. Her anger over the year of loneliness melted as she did against his firm body
Memories by Suzzana Ryan
Transition: Senior Prom 1967
Transition was the senior Prom theme. Trixie shook her head, such a lame ass theme. They were seventeen years old, who was thinking of Transition. Who even had clue what the stupid theme meant. However, they all went along with it because Carol Tremont was the class president and what Carol wanted Carol always got. She got the captain of the football team, was the head cheerleader, and was running the committee for the Senior Prom. Yet Trixie didn’t even have a date for the prom yet.
Trixie snarled she then giggled. One thing Carol didn’t have was Trixie’s talent. Trixie could snap her fingers and make things happen. She came from a long line of finger snappers. So Carol had better watcher her ass, she was going to snap her finger if there was one more outburst from missy prissy.
They’d had the gym almost done, and Trixie had to admit, it looked spectacular.
“Nope, this simply won’t due. You idiots!” Carol yelled at them.
“I think it looks great. What is your problem? You’d better take that back Carol,” Trixie warned her.
“Or what Trixie? I’m afraid of you. Take down the banner and put the one up I made!” she yelled.
Trixie thought this was the last straw. She snapped her fingers.
Carl Tremont looked around and smiled at Trixie. “So baby, wanna go to the Prom with me?”
Trixie grinned. “Sure Carl loved to.” Trixie admitted Transition certainly took on a new meaning and with a snap of a finger.
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Shadows and Light
By Elissa Daye
Empty. A house once filled with the echoes of laughter and tears was now completely bereft. The light splayed through the window panes making a pattern of spindles on the ground. What could have happened to make such a beautiful place into the mysterious house on the hill? Now it was nothing more than an empty shell filled with shadows and light.
Natalie turned on the EVP even though most activity could be recorded during the witching hour, the time between the light and dark. However, as a medium, she knew that activity can occur at any time, mostly when you least expected it. This house definitely had some paranormal activity. “I feel you here, are you ready to talk?” She waited for an answer.
A snort sounded to her right.“I still don’t see how you can feel anything here, but at least I can give you points for bringing something scientific with you.”
“Shut it, Justin!” Natalie was tired of having to prove her abilities to unbelievers. She understood the need to prove that something exists, but sometimes the best things in life are the things are unseen.
“If you ever want to be taken serious…”
“I’m about to be as serious as heart attack all over your…” A loud crashing sound interrupted her. Looking over at Justin, Natalie saw that her companion had turned pale and small beads of sweat had dribbled down his face. She swallowed a laugh and gestured to the other room ready to explore.
Memories by Gregory Hart
The old man stood at the door of the century old dance hall for the last time. It was closing its door one last time. Nobody wanted to hold grand balls like they once did back in his days as a youth. He looked around and remembered the very first time he entered these great halls and the first time he met his wife of nearly ninety years…
He stood at the far end of the ball room with teens his own age. They had gathered together like the girls did on the other side. Neither side wanted to go up to the other and ask them if they wanted to dance. Both sexes were afraid and nervous as this was the first time they attended a ball.
There was a change in the air and everyone noticed it. Along with him, everyone turned to see a young woman no more than his age, step out onto the dance floor. He felt himself bewitched by her presence and he soon joined her on the dance floor.
“My name is James Lawrence.” The young man said as he bowed to her. “Will do me the honor of having a dance with me?”
She smiled and held out her hand. “Why, yes, James Lawrence, I will dance with you.”
Soon everyone came out of their shells and began to dance. He, of course, didn’t pay attention because he was with a young lady…
The old man, now in his nineties, wiped away a tear he’d felt trickle down his cheek. This was a place with a lot of history as well as memories. He was going to miss coming here every month and dance with his wife.
Emptiness by Winfield Strock
Roger’s breath left him and his sea bag fell from his hands as the shock hit him. Impacting the floor it reverberated throughout the apartment and bore witness to the absolute emptiness of it. No brand new couch, plasma TV and especially no welcome home love from Corrina.
Months deployed at sea, miles from home and fathoms from sunlight, Roger’s dream homecoming shattered and left him swooning from the impact.
He walked in a daze until he found his first clue in the bedroom closet; all his clothes sat piled in the floor. In the bathroom, anything personal not found in the closet lay heaped in the tub. His mind ran through scenarios grim, glum, and otherwise; searching for an explanation. In the kitchen, only the refrigerator’s hum disturbed his thoughts. As he eyed it, his heartbeat raced and his stomach tightened.
With a quaking hand, he opened it. On the top shelf sat an envelope with his name scrawled in Corrina’s harried handwriting. He tore the letter open and struggled to read as the paper shook in his hands.
I can’t live like this, moving away from family, traipsing from one navy town to another before we can make any friends. All this without the one person who’s supposed to be with me through everything; I can’t take it.
Roger crumpled the envelope in his hand until something bit into his skin. He uncurled the paper and discovered Corrina’s wedding ring.