T h e R i s i n g R e a l i t y | F l a s h F i c t i o n e S e r i e s | B y a t l a s b r o w n P a g e | 7
Every night, the same dream occurred. I will not get out of bed.
The door was wide opened when I entered Echo’ s Corner Store. I was supposed to be buying my grandma a bag of potatoes, a carton of eggs, two Hershey bars, and a. 50 cent bag of washing powder.
He looked good looking at the latest Jet Magazine with that Fedora hat on: 6’ 3 lean build, chocolate skin that made my chocolate melt in my hand. I wanted to taste his history. Out of nowhere, he turned around, I mystically transformed into a grown woman at seventeen, looking at nothing.
“ Hey girl,” he said to me.“ Hi,” I replied back, knowing I had been staring at him for the past two minutes.“ You gotta boyfriend?”“ No, I do not; why you ask me that and not my name first?”
“ Well I just thought a lady such as you would have somebody waitin’ on them outside the store.”
“ Hmmmm.” I eased around the display of bread …“ My name is Jaqueline Light Holmes, yours?”
He smiled and walked towards me and the eggs dropped from my hand and all twelve cracked in half like a heart when it’ s broken.
I bent done – He bent down with me. I looked up – He looked up at me.“ Tell me your name,” I repeat.“ My mother named me after a famous jazz trumpet player: Clementine Jones.”