Shancia Speaks: Short Stories Superb!

 As the sweet sound of the bell comes echoing within, she packs up and darts. Where to? Her sanctuary, of course, her home. That safe, comfortable space, where only few can enter because energy is a real thing, that she has come to understand. He picks her up promptly, and she slumps down in the front seat, all she could do is lean back and silently curse the walls that made her work so hard today. Home sweet home, to that gentle knocking breeze and the silent gaze of the sun setting. This is home. As she turns the key in the lock, she glances down and sees the mess that she forgot to sweep out in the morning. That is sigh number one. Still hopeful, clinging to optimism, she enters quickly, so the heavy bag can be set down, and she can find her favourite spot on the chair. Slump again, unwind. It is beautiful here, she thought. Her eyes catch the pile of books that were left on the floor by children who sometimes believe that her side job was that of a maid. Sigh number two, but st...

I hear what you are saying, you know, but I am filtering it into my right ear and expeditiously out through my left ear. You are such a liar and you apparently do not know when to stop. No one has ever made me feel the way that you do, like I am eager to stay a million miles away from you. You always have a story, one that I just do not have the energy to hear. To sit and listen to your fabricated stories about other people is a painstaking experience each time. Your ego is so bruised and mine is healing, so right now, your presence tugs at the annoyance in my nerves. I'm screaming silently for you to leave me alone. How do we get like this? Innocent little children who become treacherous, cruel adults. I want to tell you so bad that you're no good for me, but I know how you think, and I know you are reproachful. You may just want to remind me of all you have done for me, and nothing belittles and angers me as such. Here you come again today, and I just cannot bear it. I scratc...