Daylight beams through a bay window as it frames the view of the back yard of it’s neighboring home. Near the windowsill, Doris, a middle-aged blonde sits sideways hugging her knees to her chest while scowling at the children playing. She tucks her shoulder length hair behind her ears then re-wraps her arms around her bent legs.
Doris’ mind deeply analyzes the sight she is reviewing.
Hmmph, that little Mia is getting darker and darker as she plays in the sun. Don’t those Johnsons know to put sunblock on THAT child?
Five year old Mia resembles singer Alicia Keys, but with light hair and gray eyes.
Doris’ head shakes disappointingly.
Tah! She’s just full of joy playing with her older black brothers and sisters like they all belong together…like they belong in this neighborhood.
Ha! Those kids…and their fake lawyer parents…
Her lips frown as if she smells a rancid stench while her head nods side to side.
…they throw backyard parties and blasting that hip hop music.
Her expression changes to cheerful as she thinks of her offspring.
MY Bethany has gone on to Grad school with an amazing life ahead of her.
She’s come a long way, and I’m so proud of her. Why, my darling already has a promising job lined up in New York City. I’m so glad she’s made good decisions. Her life’s choices were even better with my guidance – I’m sure.
It will be a true delight when my Bethany comes home this weekend. She usually comes home with flowers and a balloon that says “Happy Mother’s Day!”
Doris smiles while stuck in deep thought.
Last year, Mia and her siblings gave their mother, Mrs. Johnson a gold necklace to celebrate her. She’s a good mom.
Doris releases a huff as she disappointingly admits to Mrs. Johnson being a good parent.
Mrs Johnson was busy being so delighted with her new new jewelry…
she sent the kids over that Sunday afternoon with cookies to say “Happy Mother’s Day!”…
…It was thoughtful of them.
Her face turns to a grimace.
The kids don’t like me.
They think I’m the mean old lady next door. So, of course they didn’t want to even say “hi” to me let alone show up at my front door to wish me a Happy Mother’s Day.
Doris reflects on the last Mother’s Day.
“Happy Mother’s Day Mrs. Smith!” the older kids said in unison while Mia chimed in late with their practiced announcement. The oldest boy handed me a tray of cookies, but I couldn’t stop eyeing Mia. I could feel her honey brown gaze see into my core. Time stood still as I admired her silky caramel coiled hair and her chick-let toothed smile. If only Bethany was older and settled in her life… she could’ve been a better mother to her half-breed baby, sweet Mia.
A white shiny casket presents a butterscotch tinted female figure while somber chapel music plays. She lays at peace while the waves of her chestnut colored hair flow past her shoulders almost endlessly. Her Husband, Troy and best friend, Olivia stand nearby observing the lifeless shell that used to be Val.
“I can’t believe this is real,” Olivia whispers to Troy.
“Me either,” he replies. “I miss her so much,” he chokes on a sob and cups his hand over his mouth.
Inaudible, Val’s agonized soul explodes like a grenade, rattling through her bombshell frame.
WHAT the FUCK happened HERE?! I’m not supposed to be dead right now! I’m supposed to be burying Troy right now and living happily ever after – dating boy toys and going on shopping sprees. Arrrggghhh!
I’m too gorgeous to die….and who the fuck asked for daisies! Troy knows I only prefer red roses. Hmmph his cheap ass probably tried to save money. Even in my death he’s penny-pinching. He probably ordered carnations, but Olivia made him spend the extra few dollars…Liv…hmmm, my fave mechanic turned bestie always looks out for me. As for Troy, I …bet…he… asked one of his boys to drive us all to the burial site in his old clunker Expedition. I can’t even die as the princess I’ve always been. Wahh!
Val’s body permanently rests, but her soul is sleepless and rationalizing.
I don’t get it. How did my plan with Olivia fail?
Val reflects on what lead her to this rigor…mortis.
“So, tomorrow night,” Val whispers on the phone “I’ll go to do my usual grocery store trip around 7:30.”
“…and I will call the house telling Troy there’s been an accident and for him to come right away,” Olivia adds in.
“Yes, but make sure to stop by as soon as it gets dark to cut the brake line on the BMW, the black car” Val instructs.
I’m sure Olivia did it correctly.
Troy and Liv, admire in a daze on the dearly departed Val.
“I miss my wife so much,” Troy whimpers.
He turns, and bends at his waist towards Olivia. She quickly reaches up towards his shoulders to embrace him.
“Do you know what happened to her?” Olivia asks in a low murmur.
“Something about her brakes in her white Mercedes gave out,” Troy whispers back with a confused frown.
“…and your car is okay. Right?” she asks.
“No problems,” He blurts in between his whimpers.
“Oh,” she replies in a sullen tone.
Olivia continues her squeeze on Troy and gazes up to the sunlight showing through the stained glass window. It spotlights onto the casket as Olivia’s eyes glisten in a bright beam, and her frown turns to a delightedly sly grin. Val’s demise is Olivia’s prize.
Standing in her dimly lit bedroom, Wanda, an average height creamy caramel toned dame with straight raven colored hair admires herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a navy blue lace camisole with matching boy-short panties.
Full grown male cats roam her bedroom while she flips her hair and makes sexy pout facial expressions before snapping photos of her reflection.
“You’re a freakin vixen… you gorgeous cat lady” says Wanda’s twin from the mirror admiringly.
The camera light on her smart phone clicks as brightness bounces off the mirror. The twin vamps flirtatiously marvel at each other.
Dexter, one of the cats, leaps off the nightstand and rubs his head on her toned shin after he reaches the floor. Wanda slowly arches her back as she leans forward at her waist to pat and rub her dark gray feline.
“I’m so happy to still have you in my life Dex” she grins.
Cats,” she says delightedly while scanning the room and glancing at each
A long pause stills the twins.
Wanda snaps out of it…
Standing, she lifts her body at it’s highest with the balls of her feet and twirls one round on her big toes. She releases and lowers her slim-curvy frame in a ballerina’s graceful flow. Her twin stills, holds gaze, and watches aroused by the pleasurable sight.
Wanda pauses after her pirouette and seductively smirks back at her twin.
“You’re right. I’m a hot a$$ cat lady” she chuckles.
Her twin’s lips move from pursed tight to a reassuring smile and up-down nod.
“I’ve been called so many hurtful things as a woman: whore, slut, thot…never a a sexy single bachelorette,” she rolls her eyes while speaking to her reflection.
Her smile turns grim.
“I’m having so much fun…
no I’m nottttt!” she outbursts as water fills like wells in her lower eyelids.
Her twin rolls her dark eyes upward while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“I have my cats!” she protests.
Wanda takes a deep breath in; causing her shoulders to rise followed by a loud sigh. Her twin does the same.
She grimaces with a slight giggle while her twin stares confused by Wanda’s lame humor.
“For the last 7 years I’ve brought a new guy to family gatherings. He attends the Halloween party, Thanksgiving Dinner, and even the Christmas Eve & Christmas Day family vacation…”
Her half dressed body plops sideways on her bed angling so that she can still admire her coke-bottle figure.
She props her head up with her bent right arm then tucks her hair behind her left ear. Her eyes keep contact with her image in the gold framed mirror.
“…then, like clockwork, right before New Year’s day; my new suitor tells me he’s leaving me. I do everything to keep him. I cook. I clean. I give more affection. My visual pain won’t even convince him to stay, ” she whines.
The well underneath her right eye releases a steamy droplet down her cheek towards her jawline. A daze takes over her and she’s silent.
Leo, her ginger colored feline leaps on the California King sized bed and slowly saunters his way over to her causing her daze to end.
“Then I use my sultry craft to keep them from leaving me,” she smirks.
Her left hand reaches towards the cat to caress his back. He collapses next to her indulging into her touch.
“…and now we’re all living happily ever after. Right boys?”
“MEEEEEOWWWWWWW,” the cats all wail in unison