THE AWKWARD MOMENT... When
you are sleeping over a friend's house, and you wake up
before them. Then you either sit there, or throw things at them
until they wake up.
Anna
was not looking for troubleon that cold, October day as she walked down
Baker Street. She was headed for Mr. Linden's library. She had
been there many times before; it was part of her weekly routine -
finding books, checking them out, and returning them. She entered
the small, old-fashioned library and made her way to the shelf with
her favorite novels. Running her fingers across the
spinesof
the books, and reading the titles carefully, Anna stumbled across a
book with no title written on it. She pulled the book off the shelf
to examine it closer. It was nothing but a plain brown book. She
thought nothing of it and added to her stack of romance
novels. She
made her way to the front counterand set her books down in front of old Mr.
Linden who began to check the books out. He paused when he came to
the big brown book. His eyes widened and the air became very still.
“Where did you find this book?” Mr. Linden said. His
expression remained the same, struck with fear. “This was
never to reach the shelves again. There have been too many
accidents.” “Accidents? Mr. Linden, it’s only a
book. What damage could a book do?” asked Anna.
“I have said too much already,” he answered quickly.
“Let me rid you of the book and check out your others,
OK?” “Mr. Linden, let me read the book I honestly think
the book had nothing to do with these accidents. It was all just
bad luck.” Anna replied. He became angry at her words.
“I’m just an old fool! What do I know?” Mr.
Linden was shouting now. “Take it home! Read it, just like
all the others! Don’t come running to me when you find
yourself in a situation you cannot fix!” He shoved the brown
book toward her and ordered her to get out at
once. Anna
made her way through the busy afternoon
crowdsof
the city and ran to her apartment. “Mr. Linden is an old man;
he doesn’t know what he is saying,” she thought as she
opened her apartment door,” but, could his warnings be
true?” Forgetting to lock her apartment door, she pushed the
worries aside and set the books she had gotten on the table. She
looked at the clock. It was late. She went to get herself ready for
bed, and when she was comfortable in her bed, she picked up the big
brown book and began to read it. She
loved the book!It
was as if the book could read her mind and was writing the story as
she read it. In the middle of the book, she collapsed. She was too
tired to continue reading. She turned off the lamp beside her bed
and dreamed of what would happen in her book. The
city was quiet now.Only
a few people roamed the streets, one of those people being Mr.
Linden walking home from his library. He took a quick look at
Anna’s apartment windows to find that all the lights were
out. He looked worried. “Had she listened to my
warnings?” Mr. Linden thought. Back
in Anna’s apartmentthe
book began to shake. Out of the book grew thousands of little
vines. They moved across the bed to where Anna lay sleeping. Slowly
the vines began to wrap around her, starting at her feet and moving
upward. Mr. Linden wasn’t such an old fool after all. He had
warned her about the book, but now it was too late. The vines
wrapped around her neck and slowly choked her to
death. Mr.
Linden walked in to Anna’s
apartmentlater
the next morning and saw her lying there lifeless. He bowed his
head and shed a tear that rolled down his face and onto the book.
As he left the room the vines began to loosen their grasp and a
faint heartbeat filled the room.
as i set out for what awaited me
that day, I had a strange feeling i had forgotten something. I stop
in my tracks and look down at my feet. "i have both
shoes," i think to myself remembering when i had left
without one "Thank God". I then inspect my
well-loved red, canvas bag. Nothing. I twirl a piece of my hair and
continue on walking. My stomach drops to the ground. "The
necklace." i say out loud. I ignore the stares i'm given
as i dash back to my appartment and search for the silver chain
holding on it a treble clef-shaped pendant covered in small
diamonds. I look in the mirror and fasten it around my neck. As i
look at it through the mirror, the painful thoughts of my mother
return to me. I become eleven again. I watch her get ready for work
with careful eyes memorising her every move. She slips on her
favorite black high heels and kisses me on the forehead.
"I'll be back later, Lucy. Mrs. Monroe is down the hall if
you need anything." I nod. She opens the front door and
quickly spins around to face me. "And Lucy?" she begins,
" I love you" The door closes behind her, and my long
hours alone begin. What i'm guessing had been an hour after my
mother had left, Mrs. Monroe brutally knocks on my door.
"Lucy! Lucy dear its Mrs. Monroe sweetie this is urgent."
I open the door and Mrs. Monroe waists no time coming in. "
Lucy, its your mother." I sit quietly. Startled. Mrs. Monroe
continues, "Your mother was in a car accident on her way to
work today," She draws a deep breath, " I'm afraid
your mother didn't make it." for a while i am shocked. I
don't want to believe the only thing i've depended on my
entire life was gone. "you're dreaming" i
convince myself. "your asleep." Mrs. Monroe is
annoyed with my silence and shakes me harshly. I realize that this
is not a dream, but reality. I begin to sob in her arms as she rubs
my head and rocks me back and forth. I shake my head trying to
forget, and return to my mirror. That day is over, but the memories
still flash repeatedly in my mind. I return to myself
completely,and head out the door again making sure i have
everything. I hate every moment the memories return. They leave the
ghost of my mother floating around me.
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