'Flash!' Winter 2017

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


The second part of a collaborative short story. This part is written by Imaginarium House member, jaylisbeth.



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Chapter 23 (v.1) - Noel pt2.

Submitted: November 28, 2017

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Justine’s POV: Noel.

I took a deep breath as I ended the call with my mother. She sounded ecstatic to know that I was coming to see her. I feel as if I have been a terrible daughter. How is it possible that I have not seen my parents in nearly five years? What kind of daughter does that?
I am anxious and panicking deep inside as I am driving in my car listening to Christmas carols Matthew seems to enjoy.
“Are you okay back there, baby?” I shout over to Matthew as he’s sitting pleased and smiling on his car seat. Obviously he won’t respond with words but his smile and gestures assured me that he is as jolly as could be. I was the one in panic and overwhelmed with anxiety.
How was I supposed to explain to my parents that their only daughter who hasn’t seen them in a very long time has a baby and never even bothered informing them of such?
“Just calm down, Justine, everything will be fine. Dad will not freak out or overreact, you heard mom, she says all is well”, I thought aloud as if that, perhaps, would ease my troubles.
My father must be furious with me, still, for taking off the way I did. I know there’s more going on than mom lets on.
I was such a rebellious brat who disappointed my parents; all for a man who has turned my life upside down. To think of all I could’ve accomplished in these last five years. The only silver lining was my son.
I drove into the town where I grew up; everything seems the same, nothing out of the norm. This would be such a nice place to raise Matthew. I was able to afford this one night off and although I hate to admit it, part of me wishes I could stay. My mother would be elated with her grandchild. I hope my father would be too, he’s such a stubborn man. His ego takes the best of him most times.
I am pulling up to my parents’ driveway and I swallow as I feel the knot forming in my throat along with the sudden trepidation.
“Get a hold of yourself, Justine, these are your parents who will love you no matter what”, I coached myself.
I got a glimpse of mom through the window and I waved at her nervously. Was she relived to see me? I hope so, I thought as I stepped off the car and made my way to retrieve Matthew in his heavy car seat. And so I walked to the back door of the house, something I was accustomed to do versus the front door. And here it was, the big moment I was dreading over. Mother looked so beautiful and surprised. I should’ve been back sooner.
 

 


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