9/11 Short Stories

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I patiently waited in a long line of cars outside of my boys’ camp. The sun beamed through the windshield and decided to attack me with its heat. As I sat there I could fill my sweat glands began to cry out and reveal their nature. I couldn’t have that. I hated sweating. So I knew that it would burn some gas but I would risk that gas burn if it meant me not having to sweat. I rolled the windows up and turned the A/C on. I sat for another two minutes before my car moved up some more. My thoughts went back to the strand of hair that I saw on Paul earlier. I knew that he was lying and I just wished that he would tell me the truth. I was holy and have always been a holy woman but I wasn’t stupid. I never made my thoughts known to him. I just prayed to God that this to would pass. I finally made my …show more content…

Momma sat at one of the stools in the kitchen. “You want some iced tea?” I asked her. “No thank you baby” she said, “I heard about the man on the TV who drank too much of that stuff so right now I’m trying to keep myself at a limit.” “I told you about letting things like that scare you” I told her. “Whatever child. Where’s Paul?” she asked as she looked around as if he was hiding behind some of the furniture. “I guess he still at the church or on his way home. His car wasn’t in the garage when I got here” I told her as I finished cooking dinner. Just as I said that, I heard the garage door entrance into the house swing open and the garage door outside being let down. “Speaking of the devil” momma said as she turned around to give Paul a hug when he walked into the kitchen. “What devil?” he said with a laugh, “tell satan if he in my house he better get out before I go get that oil.” They hugged each other and I enjoyed watching it like I did every other time. With Paul’s mother passing last year, it only left my mother who was just like a mother to

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