Welcome to Tuesday Tales- This week we are using a picture as our prompt- it isn't part of a book just a short piece inspired by the picture
Mary stopped her Junker of a car at the familiar turnoff.
Sweat poured off her body as her heart jammed into her throat. Was it a good
idea? The same question repeatedly ran through her mind. Grabbing the steering
wheel, until her knuckles turned white, she glanced into the back seat where
sweet baby James slept.
What type of reception would she get? Her parents scurried
her out of town as soon as she confessed her pregnancy. They’d sent her to live
with her aunt and planned for her to place the child for adoption. It’d been
hell living with Aunt Trixie. She was one mean, spiteful woman who treated her
as though she’d committed a mortal sin. There had been many days, when Trixie
made her scrub floors on her hands and knees.
Mary turned onto Country road number seven and drove into
town. The people of the town always compared themselves to Mayberry, a
fictional town of a TV show. Little did they know they were quite the opposite.
Hypocrites every one of them, except for Jack. Jack was as good as they came and
he probably hated her for leaving. Her parents shuffled her out of town without
allowing her to say goodbye. No internet, cell phone, mail or telephone
Baby James began to fuss until he began full-blown wailing.
It was feeding time. Pulling off to the side of the road, she got into the back
seat and lifted James. She’d just uncovered her breast when a car stopped
behind her and Jack knocked on the window and opened the door. Quickly she
fumbled to cover herself.
“Thank God you still have the baby.”
“I know your body and your heart. I knew you’d be back, my
Tears rolled down her face.
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