Today I am very busy working on my Final Exam for school, but wanted to RePost some fiction I wrote back in January. It is one of my favorite pieces, and not everyone has seen it yet. I hope you enjoy!
Stacy sat on the edge of the dock looking down into the water and wondered what was on the bottom of the lake under all that water? She’d never thought about that before, but there must be something down there. Did they bury anybody down there? She knew it was supposed to be dirt at the very bottom so maybe somebody was buried there. Her grandmother was buried in the dirt. She’d saw them put her there. A bunch of men all lowered her into the ground after the preacher and other people left. That was this morning. Stacy was sad, and she remembered her Mom crying and crying. She wanted to help her Mom feel better, but no matter what she said her Mom just kept crying.
With the sun setting behind the big trees and the air becoming noticeably chilly, Stacy remained on the dock. Twirling the ends of her hair with one hand and throwing tiny leaves into the water with the other, her thoughts drifted to the first day of school when Grandma walked her to the corner to catch the school bus. Stacy and Grandma had always looked for pretty leaves and tucked them away in their pockets any time they found a unique one. They had some really cool leaves gathered up by the time the bus came. She thought Grandma had always been fun and even when she got too sick to go outside with Stacy, she still played Go Fish and games on the computer with her. Grandma liked playing with Stacy’s Nintendo DS. She always said, “Mario is not going to get the best of this old woman!” Grandma was so funny. Stacy wiped tears from her face and wondered why she couldn’t seem to stop crying, either.
Stacy made her way back up to the main house, where there were still lots of people and several cars in the driveway. She was hungry but didn’t want all those people hugging her and pinching her cheeks and telling her how pretty she was. Usually she liked that kind of stuff, but not today. She didn’t want to share the day with others. She wanted to think about Grandma as hard as she could because she was so afraid she was going to forget her. She had overheard her Dad telling her Mom that the sad memories would fade with time and everyone would be ok. Stacy didn’t really know what her Dad meant by that but she knew she didn’t want to forget Grandma, ever.
She walked around the side of the house and then entered through the back door into the kitchen. Her Aunt Elaine was busy preparing snacks and drinks for the guests, but managed a smile for Stacy when she came in. Elaine poured Stacy a glass of milk and laid out some cookies for her on the counter, and said, “Sit down here. Let’s talk.” Stacy sat down and enjoyed her cookie, thinking about how she and Grandma had shared cookies and milk at this very counter just days before. She liked Aunt Elaine, too. Elaine pulled her chair in close to Stacy, stroked her hair and talked to her gently, as if she knew the sadness in Stacy’s heart had spread to her stomach and all over. Stacy’s tears came again and she began sobbing without any control. She had tried to be a big girl, because she’d promised Mom, but she was only ten years old, and just couldn’t be big all the time. Aunt Elaine’s arms opened and took her in for a big hug, and Stacy felt safe and just wanted to stay right there. After a little while, Stacy fell asleep in Elaine’s arms, and Elaine carried her to her room and put her to bed. The child had a very hard day, Elaine thought, a day no one should have to shoulder at such a young age.
Stacy dreamed of her Grandmother that night. She was helping her hang sheets on the clothes line in the back yard. Grandma always said the sheets smelled so much fresher when hung to dry outside in the breeze.