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 .”