Centers Part I from The Avocado Grove Emily (The Character Gitt)
"A whole pie for me?" Mr. Morris asked. He said, "Lucky Friday" four times (the last morning Gitt skipped - the week before Christmas). She went to a pancake place for breakfast instead of English class. And she breezed into Morris' office at 10:30 am.
"This looked better than some dinky reindeer coffee mug. Merry Christmas."
But Gitt doesn't eat pancakes and sunny side up eggs and sausage biscuits this morning or hear "Lucky Friday" either. She lounges on her canopy bed in a sea of fluffy pillows, one of her legs tangled in a goose down comforter. She listens to the whir of the bathroom fan and she considers shutting it off, but her mind wanders and she doesn't get up, she stays stuck in her sheets. When the phone rings, she doesn't answer, but she remembers something her dad said yesterday or was it the day before about eating dinner together. Her finger presses the speaker button. "Hi, pumpkin… don't wait dinner on me, " echoes.
She stares up at a white ceiling - the only uncluttered space in her room and makes no move to do anything, she's floating - nothing and everything, in a state of stillness like being awake but caught up in a dream. She plays her father's phone call again in her head. But this time, the words are different. Her mouth moves but the words she mouths no one hears. She's like a girl underwater making bubbles and drinking down the ocean but no one sees and if they do, they don't care. And the thought stays with her, how much better the phone call in her head is than the phone call in real-life, how much better make-believe is.
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Other titles by L.A. Wolfe
"This looked better than some dinky reindeer coffee mug. Merry Christmas."
But Gitt doesn't eat pancakes and sunny side up eggs and sausage biscuits this morning or hear "Lucky Friday" either. She lounges on her canopy bed in a sea of fluffy pillows, one of her legs tangled in a goose down comforter. She listens to the whir of the bathroom fan and she considers shutting it off, but her mind wanders and she doesn't get up, she stays stuck in her sheets. When the phone rings, she doesn't answer, but she remembers something her dad said yesterday or was it the day before about eating dinner together. Her finger presses the speaker button. "Hi, pumpkin… don't wait dinner on me, " echoes.
She stares up at a white ceiling - the only uncluttered space in her room and makes no move to do anything, she's floating - nothing and everything, in a state of stillness like being awake but caught up in a dream. She plays her father's phone call again in her head. But this time, the words are different. Her mouth moves but the words she mouths no one hears. She's like a girl underwater making bubbles and drinking down the ocean but no one sees and if they do, they don't care. And the thought stays with her, how much better the phone call in her head is than the phone call in real-life, how much better make-believe is.
Imagine available on Amazon
Other titles by L.A. Wolfe
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