Synopsis of and Commentary to my “Grocer and Writer” Stories

On June 30, 2021, it made seven years since I began writing my infamous “Grocer and Writer” stories. I have caught both flack and praise for writing them and yes I’ll admit that they are quite polarizing. In 2016 and 2017, I had written offshoots of them, trying to be less offensive, but I haven’t been able to elaborate on them as much as the original stories.

In this piece, I will try to document every source of inspiration that I drew from to create these stories.

It is a love story between a mildly Autistic young man who is a twenty-two/twenty-three-year-old Grocery clerk and his girlfriend, a supersized seventeen/eighteen-year-old honor student turned high school dropout. I know that in and of itself brought a lot of flack due to the high amount of controversy, but I was only trying to teach that everyone deserves to be loved.

These weren’t written in chronological order, by the way, they were written as the inspirations came to me.

WARNING: There are some sins that take place in these stories, but there is also repentance for these sins so if you, the reader, find this offensive at all, then don’t read it…

On June 30, 2014, I wrote my first piece of the series. I had previously worked as a grocer for a company I had hated, but this was 2010-2011 and there were no other jobs available, little did I know that working for this said company would cause me to draw so much inspiration. The piece takes place in January and starts with my male character whom I now will name Garth Cooper getting off of work from his God-awful grocer’s job. The name of the store where he works is known as “The Downtown Grocer” and its location is based on the New Orleans Central Business District. He fires up his old car, a 1989 Toyota, and heads to his girlfriend, an honor student turned dropout, whom I have now named Samantha Abbott, parents’ house in the suburbs which are based on Metairie/Old Metairie (a suburb directly west of New Orleans.) He brings her to his house, which was based on my Maternal Grandma’s house located in Metairie, but instead his neighborhood is inspired by Mid City, New Orleans.

In early July 2014, I wrote a piece on how they met. It is Thanksgiving and Garth Cooper is in the municipal park, writing stories in a composition book. He has the day off and uses it to focus on his passion, writing love stories. The park is based on New Orleans City Park, but also Central Park in Manhattan, New York City. The fictitious city in which they reside is inspired by a combination of New Orleans, New York, and Detroit and their respective suburbs. While Garth is writing in the park, Samantha takes a walk to the park to get away from her arguing parents. She first notices him and is attracted to him. She can get him to allow her to sit with him, even though you, the reader, will find out that she is seventeen and he is twenty-two. At first, he is reluctant but realizes no one else wanted him. They exchange phone numbers and he reads to her, making her want him all the more. They end up as a couple and sit together until the sun and Mercury go down. He drives her home, concluding the piece.

In either July or August of 2014, I wrote a piece consisting of a day at Garth’s God awful job, which is based on some personal life events I had previously experienced and Samantha’s miserable home life, which was done by observing others I had formerly known. It takes place on The Winter Solstice. As mentioned before Garth’s job at the Downtown Grocer, which is located in a neighborhood which is based on the Central Business District of New Orleans and Samantha’s parents’ house takes place in a neighborhood, based off of Old Metairie, which is a suburb to the immediate west of New Orleans. Garth is on a break along with the male janitor and the female cook. He is texting Samantha when the janitor sees the bliss in his eyes and wants to know if he is talking to his girlfriend. Garth says he is and talks about how he loves and reveres her. The cook then starts badmouthing Samantha and refers to her as a whole because she cannot stand to see a happy or chaste couple. Garth stands up to the cook and to which she threatens him with an edged weapon. All in all, Garth threatens to record her making the threats and turn the recordings over to the police to which she quiets down. Then the break is over, to which Garth begins stocking the shelves. A gentleman asks him to help him find the remoulade sauce and then helps him get some fresh fish from seafood. Garth takes care of his customer, who we later find out is none other than Samantha’s dad. The assistant store director chews Garth out for conversing with the gentleman, to which the gentleman backs him up. The assistant store director comes down harder on Garth and the gentleman overhears to which he cancels his revolving account and says how neither he nor his business partners will ever shop there again because of the way they treat their employees. Garth is forced to stock the boxed gelatin from now on. Meanwhile, Samantha is in her room listening to one of the music channels. Her pill-addicted mother is woken up by the music. She accuses Samantha of stealing her Xanax and threatens to beat her. Samantha calls her dad, to which he intervenes and tells his wife to look under the sofa for her stash. She then takes the Xanax and crashes. I wrote another piece following this where Garth gets off of work and goes pick up Samantha, then brings her to his home, which his neighborhood is based on Mid City, New Orleans. They tell each other about all that went on during the day over a simple dinner of oatmeal. Both contemplate only in their minds that they should live together as soon as Samantha turns eighteen. Then they discover their synchronous thoughts. The piece concludes with Garth looking at the clock on his dining room wall and realizing that he has work tomorrow. She tells him how she doesn’t want to go home and be around her mother. So he lovingly tucks Samantha into the bed in his extra bedroom, then goes to sleep in his bedroom, concluding the piece.

In August of 2014, I wrote a piece consisting of their first time being intimate with each other. It takes place on Christmas Eve, and Pachelbel’s Canon in D Minor had a lot of inspiration for it. Yes she is seventeen in he is twenty-two, and while they didn’t fully realize that she was legal they lovingly had sex anyway. Since the location of these stories is mostly based on Louisiana and the age of consent in Louisiana is indeed seventeen, no laws were broken. The piece begins with Garth getting off of work then going to pick up Samantha from her parents’ house. He then drives her to his house and they sit on the sofa. He offers her virgin egg nog, to which she says she shouldn’t drink because she is so fat. He reassures her that he would love her no matter what size she is. Garth then turns his television on, to where he learns of several murders that occurred over the past twenty-four hours and he also learns of the world preparing for global conflict. Samantha suggests that he turn the television off and that they focus on each other. She then confesses that she wants to be intimate with him. He doesn’t know that seventeen is legal, so he is hesitant. She convinces him that they are not guaranteed tomorrow and they should make tonight worth it. She says how she wants him so badly because he accepted her when everyone else she was interested in so cruelly rejected her. Eventually, he agrees and they go to bed together and deflower each other, falling even deeper in love.

Later in 2014, I wrote a piece of their first date together. It takes a place a week and a day after they met and became an item or a week and a day after Black Friday. Before this, they had been religiously texting each other and getting to know each other. He calls her and says how he’d like to take her on a date to a place that is based on The Riverwalk in New Orleans. She agrees, and as the phone call is finishing up they exchange those three little words! She gets dressed then texts him that she’s ready. He comes to pick her up and they go to his job to pick up and cash his check. They hold hands in the store until his boss the assistant store director orders them to stop holding hands. He cashes his check and pays the $5 cashing fee, then they go to the Riverwalk. They eat breakfast at a restaurant based off of Cafe` Du Monde, then they have lunch at a fish and chip shop, based off of the Louisiana seafood restaurant Spahr’s, which doesn’t have a presence in New Orleans. He then buys her a Casio Baby G watch at a gift shop. Afterward, they walk until the sun goes down and he takes her home. They plan to see each other again on his next day off.

Even later in 2014, I wrote a piece consisting of the night before Samantha’s eighteenth birthday and her moving in with Garth. It takes place in early February. It starts with him getting off of work and heading to the suburbs to pick Samantha up. It is a very cold evening. She is waiting for him on her parents’ driveway. His headlights illuminate her stature. He gets out of his car then opens the door for her and she gets in. He drives her to his house and they settle in. He asks her what would she like him to order her for her birthday dinner. She says something Asian. He begins to look through his telephone directory, to which she replies how she has an app to order it on her phone. She orders and soon the delivery man comes. Garth takes the food, pays him then escorts him back to his car. Afterward, they eat dinner in the dining room, to which Samantha says how the food made her sleepy. They go to bed, this time in the same bed, and cuddle, soon falling asleep in each others’ arms. They are awoken by the loud noises and subsequent explosions of a train derailment. Since this series takes place in New Orleans, but in the future almost, I had written it to where the Norfolk Southern Back Belt railroad line was rerouted from Old Metairie to Mid City, though this has yet to take place in real life, a little over four years later. The train derailment knocked out transmission power lines and caused a blackout. Samantha looks at her phone and sees how it is midnight and she is now legal to stay with him. A few minutes later, however, there is a knock at the door, and a policeman, I haven’t decided if it was a state trooper, a railroad special agent, or a city cop, orders them to evacuate.

At some point in 2015, I wrote a piece detailing their first phone conversation, on Black Friday the day after they first met. This is how they begin to get to know each other and they keep in touch on the phone for a week, mostly texting. Garth finds out that Samantha is a virgin but he doesn’t admit to her that he is as well. He also finds out that she is a high school dropout, but it doesn’t bother him. Samantha finds out how Garth wound up in the city and she is also impressed as to how Garth uses proper grammar even when texting and she decides to do so as well. Samantha tells Garth about her dad’s job and how he puts it before anything else. She also makes Garth promise that no matter how successful a writer he becomes to always sets aside time for her. He promises but states that he doesn’t know whether or not he will ever become a successful writer. Samantha tells him to be patient and have some faith. The piece concludes with Samantha’s mom waking up and being very belligerent.

In June of 2015, I wrote a piece taking place on the Sunday after their first date. Samantha texts Garth and asks him to come over. He is just waking up but gladly accepts. So he drives to her parents’ home and picks her up. He then drives her to his home for the first time. He warns her about his shady neighbors and states that his home isn’t the best. She states that it doesn’t matter to her. After they enter then he reads to her from his computer until he hears her stomach growling. He asks if she is hungry. She replies about how she is and that her mom went on an eating binge and ate all the food in their house. So he feeds her some pork n beans, the only food he has in his house. She wolfs them down. Afterward, they watch Breaking Dawn parts 1 and 2 on broadcast television, while they snuggle on the sofa. After watching the movie, they eat rice pudding and drink a coffee, chicory, and milk blend then he takes her home.

At another point, sometime before July of 2015. I wrote the piece which takes place in the early morning hours of Samantha’s eighteenth birthday. They are complying with the policeman’s orders and leaving the city. Traffic is very dense as they discuss where should they go. Samantha says she doesn’t want to be with her mother. Garth says the only other option is to go to his parents’ house which is five hours away. She agrees. Traffic is still at a standstill. Finally, traffic begins to move. At some point, Garth calls his mother and explains the situation to her. He tells her that he also has his girlfriend with her. The route I planned to have them take is based on Interstate 10 from Mid City, New Orleans to around Gonzales, Louisiana with its junction with US 61/Airline Highway. They continue towards Baton Rouge on US 61 then west on US 190 until its junction with US 71, between Port Barre, Louisiana, and Krotz Springs, Louisiana where they head North. They stop at a diner for food and fuel in a town based off of Bunkie, Louisiana. Garth goes to pay for the gasoline, but Samantha insists that she will pay instead and that he can repay her “all night long.” She then hands her debit card to the cashier, to which she says how she thinks they are so cute. In July of 2015, I once met a cashier at the Race Trac in Paradis, Louisiana, who very much reminded me of the cashier in this story. As they explain the situation to the waitress, she gives them free food and a thermal mug with the company name on it. These two pieces were inspired by the Country song “Callin’ Baton Rouge.” Since Garth Brooks covered that song, I named my male character Garth, his surname Cooper comes from Dr. Sheldon Cooper on Big Bang Theory, since they are both on The Autism Spectrum, but still high functioning. By the way, Samantha also got her name from that said song and she is “such a strange combination of a woman and a child.” The last name Abbott comes from the Abbott family on “The Young and the Restless” since her dad is a business executive and reminds me of a combination of Jack Abbott and Victor Newman. I already had created a character with the last name Newman in another story I wrote, so that is why I used Abbott. I did watch Y&R a little before creating this series, but I didn’t watch Big Bang until years after creating it. You will see that Garth’s mother is also a lot like Sheldon’s mother, which was totally by accident. Anyway, after eating and talking with the waitress they get back on the road. The diner was partially based on “The Highway 71 Sandwich Shop” which was located in Bunkie, Louisiana, but I don’t think is any longer in business. They continue North, at some point deviating from what is based on US 71 and ending up on the Northeastern Louisiana Delta at Garth’s parents’ soybean farm. They are greeted by his mother.

At another point in the Summer of 2015, I wrote the piece which takes place on Christmas Day. It starts with Garth making a breakfast of French Toast for Samantha. She is sitting on the bed researching on her smartphone and finds out that she is legally at the age of consent, despite still being seventeen, in their state (which is based mostly on Louisiana where seventeen is indeed the age of consent), unbeknownst to Garth. He serves her breakfast and they awkwardly eat. She says how he should meet their parents since it is Christmas Day. There is freezing rain but they head out. During the car ride, Samantha says that she did some research and found out that she is legal. Garth is confused and asks what do you mean. She explains that seventeen is the legal age of consent in their state and that he didn’t break the law. She then confesses that she is afraid he won’t feel obligated to stay with her now that he knows this. Garth assures her that there isn’t anything in creation that could cause him to leave her. She asks him point-blank what if he got her pregnant. He then said how he would then marry her and that he already wants to, it’s just he cannot afford a ring on his low wages. Samantha brightly beams after hearing this. Her dad then calls wanting to know where she is. She explains who she is with that he is good to her and that he does indeed love her. She then says that they are headed to the house at the moment. Upon arrival they ring the doorbell and Samantha’s dad answers, saying how they’ve met before. Samantha is confused and wants to know how do they know each other. Her dad explains how he waited on him and The Downtown Grocer and took very good care of him, but was punished for talking instead of working. Garth says how he is on thin ice because of that incident. Samantha’s dad says how he can easily get him a better job but wants to make sure that he is committed to Samantha first and then asks how did they meet. Samantha interjects and tells the story and goes on to say that Garth is the only one who accepted her despite her weight. Her dad then says how she has an underactive thyroid gland and the weight is not her fault. He goes on to say how it tore him up seeing her rejected and lonely all the time. Garth despite being Autistic looks him in the eyes and says how he knows rejection too and that Samantha is the only one who wants him despite his quirks and awkwardness and that he would never dream of breaking her heart. Her dad then says how he is holding Garth to that statement and knows people who could tar and feather him. He then invites them in for Christmas Dinner, which is Asian takeout since he refuses to shop at The Downtown Grocer anymore. Samantha’s mom enters the room and asks Garth who the hell are you. Samantha replies that’s her boyfriend, and to not embarrass her. Her dad quickly says, let’s all eat, it’s Christmas and it should be peaceful. Thus the piece is concluded.

On November 7, 2015, I was sitting in the Paradis, Louisiana library and wrote the piece on when Samantha meets Garth’s parents while evacuating from the train derailment. After being greeted by his mother, she suggests that they must be tired from their trip and that Samantha can have his old bed and Garth can sleep on the sofa. Samantha becomes very distressed and Garth says how that is not necessary because they are both adults. Garth’s mother asks Samantha her age, to which she replies how she just made eighteen and she was in the process of moving in with him. This upsets Garth’s mother even more because they aren’t married. Garth’s dad wakes up and walks into the kitchen, wanting to know what is going on. Garth tells about the terrorist attack. His dad curses the terrorist groups. His mother commands him to explain the rest. Garth says how his mom is angry because he and Samantha want to sleep in the same bed. His dad tells her not to be so hard on him and they thought he wouldn’t ever find anyone because of his condition. Samantha gets very upset and wants to know what condition he has because she thinks it is something life-threatening. Garth’s dad says that he is mildly Autistic. Garth then looks at her and says how he was afraid to tell her because he thought she would leave him. Samantha replies reassuringly how she never would leave him because he loves her and reveres her. She then goes on to say that she is so fat anyway. Garth tells her that he likes her beautiful curves and that he feels bliss holding her at night. Garth’s mother then sharply commands him to watch it. Garth’s dad suggests that they all hit the sack. Garth’s mother walks to her liquor cabinet and takes a shot of whiskey, then another and tells them to do what they want. Garth’s dad shows them to the bedroom. Though I wasn’t watching Big Bang Theory at the time, I can say for sure that Garth’s mom is very similar to Sheldon’s mom.

In March of 2016, I wrote the ending piece [but not the final piece.] Garth has now become a famous writer, so he fixed up his house, bought a new truck, a new computer, and an engagement ring for Samantha. He then drives to her parents’ house to pick her up. He had asked her dad’s permission to marry her previously (in a piece which has yet to be written) to which he happily agreed. Garth then opens the passenger door for her and helps her in. He then drives her to the park. After they arrive, he suggests that they go sit on the bench where they sat when they first met. After sitting for just a moment, Garth gets down on one knee, pulls out the ring, and proposes to her. Her eyes swell with tears and she happily says yes. The cook from his former job is in the park with all of her illegitimate children. Garth stands on the bench and says how he just proposed to the girl of his dreams and she said yes. Everyone in the park claps and cheers. The cook then starts yelling to the crowd how Samantha is fat and Garth is retarded and that they will be on disability and all of the people will have to pay taxes to support them and any children they have. Garth then stands up to the cook and says he just secured a job as a romantic novelist, but that probably means nothing to her. He then says that either she leaves them alone or he will call the police. The cook pulls out a revolver and shoots Garth dead. She then aims for Samantha but several people wrestle the gun from her. Samantha sees Garth dying and her heart explodes. She then collapses on top of him and dies as well. The cook in these stories is based on several women whom I had the unfortunate experience of being acquainted with over the years. She is violently jealous of Samantha because she is only intimately known to one man, Garth, who exceedingly loves and reveres her at that, whereas the cook has children for several different men all of whom used her. The piece was also inspired by Meghan Trainor’s song “I’m Gonna Love You Like I’m Gonna Lose You.” That song was popular around that time. I caught a lot of flack for writing this, especially from my then-wife, now ex-wife. After writing this, I decided that the series was too offensive and the world wasn’t ready for it, so I decided to start writing another series, “A Train Conductor Meets a Disabled Writer”, which I haven’t had much success with.

In November of 2016, while sitting at the Raceland, Louisiana library, I wrote two more pieces covering the time Garth and Samantha spent in the country while they were evacuated from the train derailment. It starts with Garth and Samantha waking up in his old bed at his parents’ house and finding out that the heater isn’t working. Garth turns on his flashlight that he had packed (a vintage First Alert Ready-Lite that came with his house) to check the thermostat but then the bulb burns out. Samantha calls for him to come back to bed, which he does until they are both overtaken by the hunger pangs. So they walk to the kitchen where Garth’s mother is putting pancakes and bacon on the table. They eat, though there is great tension in the air. Garth says how the heater is broken. His mother corrects him and says how it is just out of oil. She then tells him to make himself useful and to go to the hardware store and get more oil. Garth says he plans to go there anyway to get a new bulb for his flashlight. Quickly they leave the house and go into town. They arrive at the hardware store just as it is opening up. Other customers are being waited on, so Garth and Samantha walk around the store. Garth meets the owner’s son and a former classmate of his while Samantha takes a call from her dad and goes into a corner. The owner’s son was once a football star but ended his career in college from an injury. He says how he now tries to be the best hardware salesman he could be. Garth explains how he is in town because the city he lives in was evacuated because of the train derailment and he needs bulbs for his flashlight and oil for his parents’ heater. The salesman looks in the computer and says there are five bulbs left. Garth says he will take all five of them, then says he’ll be paying cash for the bulbs but to charge to oil to his parents’ account. The salesman suggests he buy a Mini Maglite LED flashlight because the power might be back on to charge his flashlight. Garth says he doesn’t have enough cash for both the bulbs and the Mini Maglite. The salesman says to charge it to his parents’ account. Garth says they would be livid if he did. Samantha comes out of the corner from her phone call and says how she will gladly buy the flashlight for him like she bought gasoline for him at the truck stop. She goes on to say how he can pay her back all night long. Several people point and stare at them, then whisper amongst themselves. Garth charges the oil to his parents’ account, pays cash for the bulbs and Samantha buys him the Mini Maglite LED with her debit card. At the time of writing this, I had never been to Northeast Louisiana the first time I had gone there was in mid-April of 2018. The hardware store reminded me of one I had worked at, in Houma, Louisiana, just in a more rural setting. It also reminded me of one in Thibodaux, Louisiana. Earlier in April of 2018, I went to a rural hardware store in Napoleonville, Louisiana, and purchased a 2 AAA Mini Maglite LED just like the one featured in this piece. I was trying to recreate and live out these stories in my weird way, I guess. The piece concludes with Garth opening the car door for Samantha and then getting to the driver’s side. His mother calls him on the phone wanting to know why he and Samantha were acting lewd in the store, because of her saying he can pay her back all night long for the flashlight. She then commands them to hurry and come home because it is freezing there. This scene was based on a campaign speech I heard from Mike Huckabee where he stated that he lived in a small close-knit community and if he did anything “wrong” several people would have already called his parents to tell them, before he even got home. Also, I grew up in a small town and lived in another (Raceland, Louisiana and Mathews, Louisiana) where the people there are a bunch of nosy busybodies. The second piece of this begins with Garth driving Samantha back to his parents’ house and explaining to her that the people in the hardware store called his parents’ house about the comments she made about him paying her for the flashlight and that he is not angry with her and that he indeed will pay her back all night long, but she needs to be careful what she publically says and does in a small town. He comforts her by saying that she probably never went to a small town and didn’t realize that “everybody knows everybody” -a line from a certain Tracy Byrd song about living in the country and that small-town people are busybodies. They soon arrive at Garth’s parents’ house to which he hands his mother the tank of oil then they go to his bedroom. Garth installs a new bulb in his flashlight then opens up the packaging of the Mini Maglite LED and installs the batteries and turns it on. He is impressed by the brightness and reminds Samantha that he will indeed pay her back all night long with tips and interest compounded nightly. His mother is secretly listening to the conversation, then barges in and wants to know from Samantha how long have they “been screwing out of wedlock.” Garth tells her she doesn’t have to answer that. His mother says for them to find another place then. Samantha breaks down and says, how they first had sex on Christmas Eve. Garth’s mother gets angry with him and accuses him of charming Samantha. Samantha said how he didn’t charm her, that he does write beautiful stories but she wanted him before that and he was the only one who didn’t reject her, despite her size. Garth’s mother then insists that if they will live like a married couple then they will have the responsibilities of a married couple. She orders Garth to help his dad on the farm and Samantha to help her cook and clean. She even forbids them from sharing a kiss before going to work. Garth sulks, walks to the barn, and enters, turning on his new flashlight. His dad is impressed by the brightness. Garth says how Samantha bought it for him. His dad says she is a keeper and that he had been praying that he finds someone. Garth says how his mother isn’t happy about the relationship to which his dad says she just doesn’t like seeing him all grown up. Garth says how his mother wants him to work on the farm for as long as he stays there. His dad then asks him to help change the fluids in the tractor, then to organize the barn, as he used to when he was a child. He has said that it has gotten into disarray since he moved out. Garth’s dad is loosely based on Noah Calhoun’s dad from “The Notebook.” Garth spends the day organizing the barn until the sun goes down. Samantha helps Garth’s mom cook and clean then she also reads some of Garth’s older stories, falling even more in love with him. Finally, the day is done, Garth and his dad come in and are served green beans and seared chicken breasts. As they are eating dinner, Garth and Samantha get alerts on their phones that the evacuation order is lifted. Minutes later, the assistant store director calls Garth and tells him he has twenty-four hours to return to work or he will be terminated. Garth’s mother comments on them going home and screwing. Garth’s dad walks them to the car and suggests they get married.

In 2017, I had rewritten most of the series, but also began working on another replacement offshoot, known as “A Disabled Electrician turned Writer” which was supposed to have similar themes as these stories but without so much controversy. I had slightly more success than my previous offshoot but haven’t written any more of it since 2018. Also in 2017, I began writing “Two Foamers in Love”, yet another offshoot replacement, but haven’t gotten much of it done.

On September 4, 2018, I wrote a piece of the series which is/was a prequel to the whole series. From Garth’s perspective, he is stocking salad dressing at “The Downtown Grocer” and how he hates his job and wishes at twenty-two he would have done so much more with his life. He thinks about his loneliness and how if someone loved him for him, he would love her immensely in return and treat her with the utmost reverence. He then thinks about his writing and tries to remember all of the inspirations coming to him in waves. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and he will be off, to which he plans to go to the park and write. He works late into the night, sweeping the warehouse and taking out the trash after the store is fronted and blocked. He gets off at 11:02, goes home, and goes straight to bed not realizing that tomorrow he will meet the love of his life.
Meanwhile, from Samantha’s perspective, her mother just took several Xanaxes and then has crashed into a deep sleep. Samantha then goes into the kitchen and eats some canned fruit and drinks some milk. She says how she hates her life and how it isn’t like most seventeen-year-olds. She talks about her underactive thyroid gland and her weight problem and how she has liked many boys but they all reject her. She says how she wishes she could find a boy or even a young man who would love her for her and how she would treat him like a king. She says how she dropped out of school because she cannot get a ride to the private school she was attending because her mom is always loaded and because of her weight, she knows she would be tormented and harassed relentlessly if she began attending the public high school in her district. She contemplates suicide, by taking all of her mother’s Xanaxes at once. However, a voice in her head tells her not to give up. She goes into her room and watches “The Notebook” on demand. She watches until she can no longer keep her eyes open. Her mom then wakes up from a deep sleep and is belligerent. Samantha hears the voice again, saying just a little while longer. Her dad then comes in and argues with her mom all night long. Samantha goes to bed and dreams about those little encouraging voices, little does she know that tomorrow she will meet the love of her life…

In the Spring of 2020, I wrote my latest piece of my “Grocer and Writer” stories consisting of Garth waking up with Samantha to lightning and thunder, then sharing and hug and a kiss. Samantha then prepares breakfast whilst Garth gets ready for work. They then sit in the dining room of his house and eat breakfast, lovingly staring at each other. Garth realizes soon that he needs to be at work, so he collects the flashlight that Samantha previously bought for him and his phone then heads out the door. Samantha pleads with him to be careful, to which Garth asks her to pray for him. They then exchange those three words and one final kiss. Samantha then engages all of the locks on the door, then takes a nap. Garth drives to work and immediately clocks in. For hours, he stocks to boxed gelatin all by himself as the storm gets worse. The power is then knocked offline. Garth uses the flashlight that Samantha gave him to escort customers through the store. Samantha texts Garth about a storm cell near him and alternates between praying for him and keeping an eye on the RADAR. Garth stays in touch with Samantha discreetly by texting her from in the bathroom. Just before that, Samantha’s dad contacts her and tells her that his company is looking to get Garth published as a writer. She texts Garth and tells him that she has good news for him but wants to tell him. The cook (from the God Awful job scene) sees Garth’s flashlight and demands to use it to help repair the oven in the deli. Garth refuses based on how it is sentimental to him because Samantha bought it. An argument quickly ensues afterward the cook once again refers to Samantha as a whore. Garth threatens to sue for defamation. The assistant store director overhears and they both get written up. He also tells the cook to just charge a flashlight from the housewares section to the store’s account. Garth works diligently until break time, in which he texts her asking for the good news. She replies how she wants to tell him in person instead. They then describe their day and Garth tells Samantha how he got written up yet again, for basically refusing to allow that hateful cook to use his flashlight. Samantha tells him to hang on a little longer and that things are about to turn in his favor. He asks her if she is mad that he was written up and she replied that if she had her way, he would never work there again. Garth then tells her how he loves her with all his heart and she replies that she loves him the same. Garth then gets back to work and works until dinner time, then during the dinner break, he texts Samantha from the terrace whilst eating. Garth then works until 9:00 PM then after sweeping the warehouse, clocks out and goes home. He knocks on the door and Samantha lets him in as they lovingly kiss each other. Samantha tells Garth that the good news is how her people in her dad’s company want to make Garth a published writer and how there are still a few things to iron out but his days as a grocer are over. Garth tells Samantha how he is indebted to her and her day. Samatha then tells Garth to love her for the rest of his life and to make time for her to pay back the debt, to which he asks, how else will he have the inspiration to write what he writes? Samantha asks him what does he want to do now. Garth replies how he is tired but he wants to hold her all night long and then tomorrow they will do something together. Samantha agrees, then they walk to the bedroom with Garth setting his window unit to the coldest setting as they cuddle all night long. I think the series itself inspired most of this piece as I have borrowed elements from all previous pieces…

That’s all I have as of July 10, 2021. There are still some loose ends that need to be tied up and I am not sure of when I will get to doing so. I regret not making much of a statement to celebrate the seventh anniversary of the beginning of this series which was on June 30, 2021. All I can say is that I have been suffering some serious writer’s block. It has been quite an adventure writing these stories and I hope that anyone who reads them will realize that the main theme I have been trying to teach is that everyone deserves to love and be loved. I know there was quite a bit of controversy, and yes in some areas my heart wasn’t in the right place, but I would like to think I’ve since had my heart corrected. As I mentioned before, I have since written other stories which have been offshoots and improvements. I guess this, therefore, concludes my synopsis and commentary of my “Grocer and Writer” stories.

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Excerpts from “Those Years”

I began writing these at some point in 2015, through 2016, then I lost all interest in them.

The series revolves around a 16 year old boy (Grady Arden) who keeps to himself and a 19 year old terminally ill girl (Kylie LaCroix.)   They quickly develop a romance, then enduring love.  I would like to continue the series someday and both of them come to Christ, then have God supernaturally heal Kylie of her illness then have her and Grady eventually get married.  

Please pray that I am able to accomplish such a thing.

All in all, here are some excerpts from the series of which I am willing to share:

Wednesday, November 18, 2015:

Sophomore Grady Arden was walking into the locker room at the end of his P.E. period. After finding a spot to get dressed, he quickly did so, then waited for the bell to ring. While waiting, Grady removed an iPod Touch from his backpack and began to watch videos on Youtube.

Suddenly Ishmael Brown, his classmate, grabbed the device from him.

“Give it back right now, you idiot! My dad gave me that as a gift,” Grady shouted with anger.

“What you going to do about it?” Ishmael tauntingly asked.

“How about tell the Officer Vilmont and have him beat you to a pulp.”

“If you try that, I’m going get my boys to take you out.”

“Whatever,” Grady said, then tried to take it back.

Ishmael held it over his head until Coach Kidde intervened “Do you want me to cut your ass from the team?” He asked Ishmael with anger.

“No Coach,” Ishmael replied.

“Then give it back to him. You will also do suicides for the first half of practice this afternoon.”

Ishmael sulked, handed it back to Grady and said: “This ain’t over, boy.”

“Oh, it definitely is over if you know what’s good for you. Now step!”

Ishmael walked away.

Grady shook Coach Kidde’s and said: “Thank you, Coach, I don’t know what I ever did to that jerk.”

Coach Kidde replied “It’s just the mentality some people have. If he ever does something to you again, let me or Officer Vilmont know.”

Soon after the bell rang…

A few minutes later at recess:

Ishmael said [to Grady] with anger “It’s your fault I have to do suicides at practice today. I’m going to make it worth it!”

Instantly, he punched Grady in the stomach causing him to double over on the cement. He then proceeded to stomp on him.

Suddenly, a girl who had just witnessed the event came running and screaming “Stop! Stop! Leave him alone!”

“Bitch, get out of here!” Ishmael said, dismissingly.

“I will most certainly not! In fact, I will make a bigger scene until the SRO comes and deals with you.” The girl replied, then continued, “We need help. Please, someone. There is a student being assaulted.”

Not long after Sergeant Ryan Vilmont came out and pulled Ishmael off of Grady. He then held the teen to the ground and arrested him.

The girl walked up to Grady and asked him, “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I think I’ll be,” He replied.

There was a silence, but then Grady said, “Thank you for helping me.”

She sweetly hugged him and replied “Oh sure. No one deserves to be treated like that. I’m Kylie LaCroix, by the way.”

“I’m Grady Arden.”

Kylie giggled and said, “Pleased to meet you!”

“Likewise.”

The bell rang and Kylie said, “Why don’t you come eat with me during lunch. I’ll be by the entrance to the art building.”

“That would be awesome.”

“Great. I can’t wait to see you,” Kylie said with a wink. She hugged him once more and then they went to class.

Later into the day:

Grady began tapping a mechanical pencil against his desk. The teacher ordered him to stop. For a while, he stopped, but then unconsciously started tapping again. The teacher threatened to send him to the office if he did it one more time. Grady then picked up his writing instrument then looked at his G-Shock wristwatch. It was still half an hour until the period was over and the lunch recess began.

He lapsed into a trance daydreaming about Kylie. He also thought about the user created skits he enjoyed watching on YouTube. This made him wonder what Kylie would think of him when he told her that was what he spent all of his free time doing. He wondered if she would make fun of him like so many others did.  He decided to give Kylie the benefit of the doubt and continued to daydream of her.  He did so until the bell rang.

Grady walked to his locker and put his backpack away. He then retrieved his iPod along with his wallet and walked to the lunch line. Soon enough, Grady was served his food. It was a pork stew and rice with a garden salad, bread roll and marble cake for dessert. He also bought a pint carton of orange juice. Grady took his tray and walked to the art building.

Kylie was already sitting there, with her home-made lunch, smiling. He walked up to her and she hugged him.

“I’m glad you decided to meet me here for lunch,” She sweetly said.

“How could I not have?” Grady replied with a slight tremble in his voice.

Kylie giggled and winked at him.

Quickly they ate their meals together and afterward, they began conversing.

“What do you do for fun?”

“Well, I mostly watch videos on Youtube.” He replied with a bright blush.

She smiled and asked “What kind of videos?”

“Mostly skits that people perform. They’re something like short stories, just made into videos.”

“That’s neat.”

“You really think so? Most people make fun of me for watching them. I wish I could somehow prove them all wrong and write the scripts to some of those videos. Imagine the money I could make off of it.”

“I won’t make fun of you at all. In fact, I’m sure you could create some wonderful skits.”

Grady smiled and then asked her, “What do you like to do for fun?”

“I could spend hours listening to powerful music or reading a good book. I’ve tried visual art, but I’m no good at it. God how I wish I could be.”

“Is that why you like to sit by the art building?”

“Yes. When I think that of all the creative energy that has transitioned through this building over the years, I just wish that I could tap into it and use it.”

“That’s very profound,” Grady said.

“Thanks,” Kylie replied..

Kylie talking about her parents during lunch: 

“They want me to focus on the math and science courses, but I much prefer the literature and arts.”

“My parents don’t push me that hard, they simply make me go to school only because I am legally required to. But, if I dropped out, they’d expect me to go to work full time and that can’t happen for another two years when I turn eighteen.”

“So you’re sixteen?”

“Yes.”

“I’m nineteen. I had to take time off for health reasons.”

“So you’re a senior?”

“Yes.”

“I hope you don’t think I’m too young to hang out with you.”

“Not at all.”

“Good because I think you’re wonderful.”

Kylie smiled brightly and then she said “Hey. I know this is off the topic, but why don’t you show me some of those skits you like to watch?”

Grady replied, pulling out his iPod, “If the WiFi signal is strong enough right here, we can watch them.”

“That would be nice.”

“All right, say no more.”

Grady pulled up the Youtube app and they watched several videos. Soon they saw the link to a short romantic skit.”

Kylie pointed to it and said, “Let’s watch it.”

“I don’t know, those romantic ones depress me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I don’t have anyone.”

Kylie looked at him directly and asked, “Do you want someone?”

Grady blushed and replied “Sure, I do believe that no one should be alone. If only I had someone I could love and love me in return.”

She then placed her hands on his and smiled at him and then asked, “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, of course.”

Kylie placed her hands on his face and asked: “Grady, How do you feel about me?”

“My God, Kylie, you are sweet and smart and not to mention beautiful. But what do you see in me?”

She hugged him tightly and said “I see plenty and I want you! Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Then ask me.”

“What do you want me to ask you?”

“If I can be your girlfriend, duh.”

“OK, Kylie LaCroix. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, of course, I will. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re sweet, you’re honest and you are as cute as a newborn Collie. That’s my answer as to what I see in you!”

She then threw her arms around him and their lips met.

After sharing their kiss they hugged tightly and Kylie asked, “So how now do you feel about watching one of those romantic skits?”

“Let’s watch ’em,” Grady replied.

“Good.”

Kylie then cradled Grady’s head in her lap while they held hands and watched. Unfortunately, the bell rang a seemingly short time after.

“I guess we better get to class,” Grady said.

“I suppose. Let’s meet up after school.”

“All right, that sounds awesome!”

“It’s a date!” Kylie said, kissed him and then they walked to their classes…

School Dismissal:

As Grady was walking through the halls, Kylie rushed up and hugged him.

She then asked, “What would you like to do this afternoon?”

“I’m up for anything,” Grady replied.

“Would you like to come over to my house?”

“What would your parents think?”

“They won’t be home until eight or nine tonight. What about yours?”

“Well my dad is out of state right now and my mom won’t be home until after seven o’clock tomorrow morning.”

“Then we could go to your house right?” Kylie asked with a wink and a bright smile.

“Sure, I guess,” Grady replied awkwardly.

“Awesome. I’ll just get on your bus instead of mine.”

“I wish I could drive you, but I never had the chance to get my license.”

“That’s alright. I cannot drive either, my doctors don’t want me to.”

“Well as soon as I can get my license, I’ll take you everywhere you want and need.”

“Kylie kissed Grady and said, “You’re so sweet!”

So hand in hand they sat and waited for Grady’s bus to arrive. When it came, they entered just as quickly as the doors opened. Quickly, they found a seat.

“The ride takes a while to get to my house,” Grady said.

“It’s fine. All that means is that we can hold each other until we arrive. Then we can do even more!” Kylie said rubbing his face.

Grady sat by the window so he could see when they were near his stop and Kylie leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. Nervously he kissed her forehead.

She smiled from ear to ear and told him, “I like when you kiss me.”

They faced each other and their lips met. Awkwardly there was a meeting and pressing of each others’ mouths.

“That was wonderful! I hope there is more to come!” Kylie said.

“There is much more, as long as you’re okay with it. If you ever want me to stop, just say so.” Grady replied.

“I’ll never want you to stop any affections towards me!” Kylie said kissing him once more.

The bus driver then shouted, “Um, Grady Arden and whoever that girl you brought on my bus is, cut it out right now or I’ll the cops on y’all.”

“Jeez, sorry Miss Dolores. We didn’t mean any harm,” Grady said.

Kylie pouted and whispered to Grady, asking, “Why did you apologize?”

“Because this is my only ride to and from school.”

“I guess you’re right. But, I cannot wait until we get to your house.”

Grady smiled and simply held her hand.

“Get in separate seats now!” The bus driver shouted.

“But why?” Kylie asked in distress.

“Don’t question me, little girl, just do as I say or I will call the cops and you will be charged with engaging in lewd conduct.”

Kylie sulked then moved to a different seat, catercorner to Grady’s. They stared at each other in distress.

The bus ride was going seemingly fast up until that point. Now it seemed to drag on since Grady and Kylie’s affections were cruelly and abruptly halted.

Finally, the bus stopped at Grady’s house and both he and Kylie got off.

The driver looked at Kylie and said: “Just remember your actions have consequences, you little brat.”

“Lay off of her Miss Dolores, she’s the only one in the whole school who is nice to me.”

“Shut your mouth, Grady. Furthermore, don’t bring her on my bus again, if you’re going to act like that with her.”

Grady and Kylie stepped off the bus…

Grady and Kylie alone for at least a brief moment:

“At least we’re alone now,” Grady said as he retrieved his house key from the lanyard around his neck and unlocked the front door. Little did they know they were being watched by Grady’s hateful neighbor, Lester Ewing…

Grady and Kylie entered the house together alone. There was, at first, an awkward silence, until their hormones began to get the better of them.

“Finally, we’re all alone!” Kylie said with excitement as she teasingly lifted up her uniform skirt in front of Grady.

“I’m all yours; Your wish is my command!” Grady answered as his voice shook a little.

Kylie giggled then began to undo Grady’s belt and unzip his uniform pants.

They lovingly began to remove each others’ clothing until Kylie paused said in distress, “I do have very deep feelings for you and I only hope and pray that they are mutual. And, yes, I do want to make love to you, Grady Arden, but I must first tell you something important.”

Grady paused from unfastening the buttons on Kylie’s oxford uniform shirt, held her hands and said, gently “We don’t have to sleep together, but I definitely would if you indeed wanted me to. If something is bothering you, then please tell me; what is it?

“It’s about my health and it is serious. I only hope and pray that you will still want me.”

“I doubt there is anything that can change how I feel about you, especially any health condition.”

“Well, here goes:” Kylie said with a slight reluctance.

Suddenly there was a banging on the back door.

Both hurriedly fixed up their clothes.

“Grady, open this door now. I know you’re alone in there with a girl and if you don’t answer, I’ll call the cops on both of you.”

“Damn it, busybody Lester Ewing is here.”

“Who’s that?” Kylie asked.

“My jerk of a neighbor.”

“If he calls the cops, they’ll find out our age difference and I’ll get in so much trouble,” Kylie said with great anxiety.

“What should I do?”

“Stall him I guess.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Grady then walked to the door and said: “Don’t you have anything better to do Lester?”

“I do, but I don’t want my tax dollars supporting any children you produce.”

“But that is none of your business.”

“I’m making it my business and it will also be the cops’ business if you don’t send her home right now.”

“Please don’t call the cops; if you do I’ll never be able to see her again.”

“Not my problem, so I suggest you make her leave right now.”

“How do you expect me to do that? Neither of us drives a car.”

“Then you tell her to get on the phone and have someone pick her up.”

“This really isn’t fair.”

“I’ll tell you what isn’t fair, you getting her pregnant and having us taxpayers support the child.”

“Okay. I’ll go talk to her.”

“You better make it quick.”

Grady walked back to his room where Kylie was sitting on his bed. In distress, he asked her, “Is there anyone that could pick you up and take you home?”

Kylie sobbed, asking, “Why? I want to make love to you.”

“And I want to be intimate with you just as much, but busybody Lester will call the police if you don’t leave. I can’t risk you going to jail because then I’ll never see you again.”…

A few moments later:

Kylie then introduced Dylan to Grady.

Dylan said sternly, “I hope you’re not trying to use my baby cousin and then dump her because she already has plenty of pain in her life.”

Kylie interjected, “He isn’t trying to use me. Coming here was my idea. Anyway, I think he’s a virgin.”

Dylan looked at Grady in the eye and said: “I want to hear it from you.”

Grady replied “She’s right, I’m a virgin. And I truly mean her no harm. Yes, we were about to sleep together. But I want you to know I would have waited however long for her. I have deep feelings for her and I can only pray that she has the same feelings for me.”

Dylan looked at Grady and asked with great seriousness “Will you be committed to her and her only?”

Grady nodded and said “You have my word. I’ve known no other and want no other. I only want Kylie, period.”

“You seem to be telling the truth. I can tell when someone is lying and I’m almost sure you’re not.”

“I’m honest as a robin.”

“Then, I want you to know that there’s something you must know about her.”

“I’ll tell him. I was about to tell him anyway.” Kylie interjected.

She then held Grady’s hands, looked directly into his eyes and said with a heavy heart, “I am terminally ill. The doctors tell me that I have at best three or four years to live.”

Grady broke down and tears filled his eyes as he spoke “My God, Kylie, I’m so sorry and there are no words that can express it. It’s just not fair. It’s not fair to anyone. You are beautiful both body and soul and I was truly hoping we could have been together forever.”

“Do you still want me now that you know this?”

“Of course I still want you, nothing will ever change that. I just now want to pray for the ability to always make you happy and comfortable.”

“Oh, I love you, Grady! Do you love me too?”

“Yes, Kylie, I love you! And I am greatly honored that you have chosen me to live out your last years with.”…

Grady and Kylie ride to the park:

As they were riding in the bed of Dylan’s truck, Grady asked Kylie “Could you tell me the time on your phone?”

“Sure.” Kylie looked at her phone and said: “It’s 4:14.”

“Great. That’s what my watch says too. It keeps time really well.”

“Why did you need to know that?”

“Because we need to know when 6 o’clock gets here so we can catch the bus and I don’t want to bother you to keep looking at your phone.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, Grady.”

“Yes, I can set my alarm for five fifty. That way we can have enough time to walk to the bus stop by the park.”

“Good idea.”

Grady began to set his alarm and Kylie watched him smiling.

She then said, “That’s a manly looking watch you have.”

“It’s a Casio G-Shock. My dad gave it to me. He also gave me my iPod Touch.”

“My parents only give me gifts for Christmas and my birthday.”

“Well, I guess my dad gives me gifts year round because he is always working and never gets to spend time with me. He usually only gets one day off during the week and he sleeps most of that day. He tells me that when he retires he’ll spend time with me.”

“Money isn’t everything.”

“You’re right. What’s money if you never have time for anything else?”

“Speaking of time, come hug me and give me a kiss. We’ve only got a little while together.”

Grady crawled across the truck bed and came to Kylie. She then playfully grabbed him and held him as they lay down on their sides. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes smiling but then Grady became distressed. Soon he was fighting back tears.

Kylie wiped his eyes with her shirt and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Grady replied “It just cuts me like a razor blade that we won’t have a long life together. God, I love you so much, Kylie.”

“I love you too. Just try not to think about it and instead let’s focus on making each other as happy as possible.”

“You’re very brave, Kylie.”

“I may seem brave but I’m actually scared to death.”

“I wish there was something I could do.”

“There is, just hold me closer.”…

I have slightly more of it written but I am not willing to share it as of yet, because I want to keep, you, the reader, in suspense.  I hope that what I have shared so far is interesting enough.

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Excerpts from “Bohemian America”

I began writing this story in late February of 2020, just before Coronavirus became an issue for the USA.

I imagine it to take place in New York City and the suburbs thereof, but one of my main characters is from Southeast Louisiana.

The story is about a blossoming romance between a tortured visual artist named Carlisle Snowden and a violinist named Alexandra Barbu with a troubled past of her own.

I wish I could write more of this, but unfortunately I have been suffering severe writer’s block.

I do admit that some of this story needs to be redone because of the sinning that occurs in these stories, but I pray that God give me the grace to remove it.

I do have other pieces which are innocent enough to share, though…

So, below are some excerpts from the story:

EXCERPT ONE:

Alexandra’s abusive uncle was waiting in the front to pick her up, when he witnessed pianist and most experienced member Davis Istre giving her a handful of cash, saying, “You earned it girl, with those mad violin skills! You bring our group to a whole new dimension, and you were awesome at our last gig, so go buy yourself something nice!”

She hugged him and thanked him, then saw her uncle.

“Let’s go!” He said impatiently, “I want us to get out of this part of the city before the sun goes down and all the riff-raff come out!”

Saxophonist Leroy James answered him, “Chill out man! And don’t be so full of hate!”

“Spoken like a true blue dope head,” Her uncle replied with disgust, “I’m surprised you don’t use your saxophone as a bong pipe.”

He then looked at Alexandra and said, “Now you come with me right now young lady!”

Alexandra rolled her eyes and then left with her uncle.

They walked out of the abandoned building and into his single cab older GMC truck.

“I know that those in your band smoke that dope. I better not find out that you smoke dope or I will kick you out of my house.”

“No, I don’t smoke dope. I’m already fat and if I smoke dope, I’ll likely get fatter and have wrinkles as well.”

“Well, the fact that you are fat means you will never make it in the music industry. So you should go back to school or get a real job like everyone else.”

Alexandra was now getting angry, but kept calm and concealed it, saying, “I don’t know, what about Meghan Trainor?”

“I never heard of her,” Her uncle replied.

“That figures, otherwise you wouldn’t have made that ignorant statement.”

“Watch that attitude young lady, you will never be too old for me to backhand you.”

“That’s where you are wrong. If you lay a single finger on me, I will press charges.”

“How dare you! You are riding in my vehicle and staying under my roof and you would press charges on me after all your aunt and I did for you.” There was a tense silence but then he continued, “You know what, give me your money, you owe me for food and rent!”

“I need that money to keep my phone turned on so I can keep in touch with my band,” Alexandra protested.

“Well, that’s too bad. Now give me your money or you can find somewhere else to stay.”

“You’re such a jerk!”

“No, you just need a dose of reality, big time! Now give me your money…”

“I’ll speak to my aunt first,” Alexandra said, pulling out her phone.

“If you call her you can get out right now.”

“Then put me down right here. I’ve had enough of you anyway.”

“Fine, have it your way. Now get out!”

Alexandra unbuckled her seat belt, opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

Her uncle then flung her violin in its case out the door then said, “And take that stupid instrument with you!”

EXCERPT TWO:

An elderly black lady came outside and said, “Carlisle, I heard you shouting what happened, baby?”

Alexandra spoke up and told her, “It’s partially my fault, ma’am. My uncle was driving me to his house but we had an argument and he kicked me out of his truck. He then threw my violin out as well and it knocked this young man’s easel down and ruined his painting.”

“Well, I’m going to have to call the police then, people can’t just be abandoning minors on a city street.”

“But, I’m not a minor. I’m actually twenty-going-on-twenty-one,” Alexandra said, then continued, “But I do, however, have no place to go.”

The artist spoke, “Wow, I thought I had issues. I’m very blessed compared to you! My name is Carlisle Snowden by the way.”

“You are blessed, Carlisle and your blessings will continue as long as you be a blessing to others. Just remember to keep taking that medicine, keep letting your light of kindness shine to others around you and keep painting those beautiful pictures!” The elderly black lady said.

“It’s nice to meet both of you, I’m Alexandra Barbu.”

The elderly black lady answered her, “You can call me Mother Nellie. I look out for the whole neighborhood and I pray for everybody.” She paused and then said, “Something tells me there was a reason that both of you met.”

Carlisle’s face grew very serious as he looked at her and said, “Mother Nellie, if you’re suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, I believe Alexandra is a bit too young for me.”

“Child, age is just a number. Besides, I know how lonely you are and how you’ve been praying that the Lord send you someone special. She just might be the answer to your prayers! I know you’re one of the few white men in the neighborhood and she is also white. I’m very aware of the racial tension that exists, so I think you and her would be perfect together! While I think mixed babies are beautiful, I know they receive a lot of ill-treatment in this cruel, hateful world.”

“You don’t look that old anyway,” Alexandra said.

“I just made thirty-four,” Carlisle replied.

“Wow. I thought you would have been twenty-two or twenty-three, twenty-five, tops. I mean, you are very cute!”

“Well, thanks. I get that a lot. But, see, I’m probably too old for you.”

“What if I told you that I’m very mature for an twenty-going-on-twenty-one-year old and I do like older guys?!”

“I don’t know. You are very pretty and you seem sweet, but I have a lot of reverence for you and…”

“You’re making me blush! It’s a good thing though if you have reverence for me, that means you would treat me well.”

“Yes, that’s true, I suppose.”

“We also have a lot in common, I mean we’re both artists in our respects. I bet I could play my violin while you paint and inspire you to create some beautiful portraits or I could study your previous paintings and be inspired to play some beautiful music.”

“Come to think of that, as Mother Nellie said, I have been praying that the Lord send me a significant other, and I would want my relationship with her to have exactly those attributes. Maybe age is just a number after all.”

“Well, duh, silly!” Alexandra replied, then continued soberly, “But am I too fat for you, though?”

“As I said before, I think you’re very pretty, weight included! And more importantly, you have a beautiful heart and a brilliant mind!”

“You’re making me blush even more, but I feel so giddy!”

“I can see you blushing and I think it’s adorable! I’d like to kiss you where you are blushing, but I don’t want to overstep my bounds.”

“Aw, that is so sweet. By the way, you wouldn’t be overstepping your bounds. I’d want you to kiss me. In fact, come here and kiss me right now!”

Carlisle walked off the steps and onto the sidewalk.

Mother Nellie said, “I’ll leave you two alone.” She then went inside.

EXCERPT THREE:

I would like to be in on their jam sessions and paint while they make music.”

“They would be flattered, I’m sure.”

“When is the next time you practice with them?”

“Not tomorrow but the next day.”

“Do you think I could come and paint?”

“Sure!”

“Where does your band meet to practice?”

“There’s an abandoned building a few blocks away.”

“Wow! Just from what you describe your band seems very genuine. I bet they make the most awesome music. What is their name?”

“A Little Bit of Everything (And Not Too Much of Nothing.)”

“That is so original! I now cannot wait to hear you play with them!”

“I would like to see some of your paintings, if that’s all right.”

“Of course! I’d be honored to show you!”

Carlisle walked to his closet and pulled out several painted canvases.

“There’s this blogger who’s work I love to read,” He said, “I typically read the fiction page of his blog and then meditate on his stories, once my heart and mind are full of inspiration I try to bring those stories to life in my paintings.”

He began to show them to Alexandra one by one:

“This first one,” He said, “Is a portrait of a young couple sitting in an urban park. He is reading his stories to her and she is hanging on to his every word. Look, you can almost feel what they are feeling!”

“It’s kind of like us, but in a parallel universe,” Alexandra replied.

“Here’s another one, two teenage runaways hiding under an overpass on a cold night. It’s them against the world but look how much in love they are!”

“Yes! Yes! I can feel it! Show me some more!”

“Very well: Here is a teenage couple laying together in the fields on a dreary day. He is cradled in her lap, but look how he stares up at her with so much love!”

“I want to cradle you in my lap if that’s all right with you. There’s so much more I want to do with you as well!”

“I desire those things as well, Alexandra, but you do command a lot of reverence!”

“Then if you revere me so much, give in to my desires!”

EXCERPT FOUR:

Carlisle hugged Alexandra then they share a few kisses once again.

“I would like to cradle you in my lap, that is if you would want that as well.”

“Sounds wonderful to me. Let me pull out the mattress on my futon.”

“Yay!”

“I have a Sony portable radio that’s probably older than you and I use it to listen to NPR. However, I’m probably the only resident of this building who listens to that network. There’s some fine music on at this hour if you want to listen.”

“Wow! I too would try to listen to NPR, but then my uncle broke my radio in a fit of anger when he caught me doing so. He took a sledge hammer and crushed it to pieces. Of course, he did that also to my computer, which I lost so many of my recordings.”

Carlisle said, “He sounds like a terrible person and how I saw him act today further backs that assumption I have about him,”

“You assume correctly though!” Alexandra answered.

“I don’t have it in me to act like that, unless I’m severely provoked,”

“Well I think someone would have to do something extremely wrong to provoke you.”

“You’re right.”

Alexandra smiled at Carlisle and he plugged his radio into the electrical socket, then extended out the FM antenna and turned it on, placing it on the window sill as he said to her, “Well, for the record, in my place, you may listen to NPR or anything else you wish to hear until your heart is content!”

Alexandra then sat on the mattress of the futon and Carlisle rested the back of his head in her lap and looked up at her face with admiration.

She played with his curly hair and spoke as they listened to classical music, “I’ve never met a man like you, but I must confess I am falling for you quickly!”

“The feeling is mutual! I’m so sorry I misjudged you about your age because you do seem so perfect for me!”

“It’s quite all right. All that tells me is what a decent guy you are!”

“Thank you. That means a whole lot coming from someone like you!”

“Well, I mean every word of it,” Alexandra said as she continued to play with Carlisle’s hair and rubbed his face with her soft hands.

They rested on the futon and listened to the radio until Carlisle heard Alexandra’s stomach growling. The noise became increasingly loud.

“Are you hungry?” He asked her.

“Yes. I haven’t eaten since Noon. All my band and I had were doughnuts and coffee.”

Carlisle looked at his SwissGear wristwatch. The hands pointed to 10:17.

“Good Lord, you need to eat, as do I,” He said, then continued, “I made a pot spaghetti around lunchtime, but I can heat it up.”

“That sounds good, I’m not picky. Of course, I’m not picky, look how fat I am!”

“With all reverence due, I think you’re very sexy!”

“Aw. Thank you! Just so you know, there’s a lot of sexy things I want to do with you!”

“As do I but let’s eat first. We both need some nourishment.”

Carlisle and Alexandra walked to the kitchen and he began to heat the pot of sauce and the pot of noodles on his stove.

In time the noodles were steaming and the sauce was bubbling.

He grabbed himself and Alexandra a plate and served both of them a generous portion of noodles and sauce.

He then took a two Liter bottle of Cherry Coke from his refrigerator and poured them each a tall glass as he said, “I don’t know if you prefer Wild Cherry Pepsi or Cherry Coke, but I buy whichever one is on sale.”

“Either one is fine like I said, I’m not picky.”

They then sat down at Carlisle’s coffee table and ate quickly.

That’s all I am willing to share at the moment.  I hope I can clean these stories up and make them more appropriate, both for Christians and non Christians alike.

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Christian Newlyweds

I came up with this off the top of my head on April 29, 2021.  However, it had been on my mind and heart since January of 2020.  Something like this would be an ideal marriage for me.

Without further ado, here it is:

The alarm clock rings. It’s a cold and bleak January morning.

Time to get ready for church.

My wife and I share a brief but intimate kiss.

I visit the bathroom to relieve myself, then light the gas-powered radiator and make us breakfast.

She relieves herself afterward then slowly walks to the kitchen of our antique trailer.

We purchased the lot free and clear and the trailer was donated to us, so that gives us extra money each month.

I get a disability check for various mental afflictions as well as a back injury and she gets it for PTSD.

I inherited most of my disabilities, her abusive ex-husband caused hers.

I faithfully take my medicine not just for me, but also for her and my fellow church members. She goes to therapy and meets with the ladies at our church as well. It seems to help her out.

We are both divorcees, actually, but that is what makes us so perfect for each other.

I just turned thirty-five and she is twenty-eight-going-on-twenty-nine. I only wish we would have met sooner, but maybe then we wouldn’t be as compatible as we are now.

I make us each a hot cup of Clover Valley Instant Coffee, mixed with half and half. I add sugar to her cup.

Then I prepare some hot oatmeal, then drizzle it with honey purchased from our local grocer.

Today makes one month that we have been married. I just hope and pray for many more milestones. She started coming to my church six months ago and, well, we quickly fell for each other.

Actually, I had been praying for God to send me someone exactly like her a few years prior to meeting her. I was filled with joy when that prayer was answered.

Furthermore, our pasts are virtually equivalent, greatly enhancing our compatibility

The denomination of which I was formerly affiliated, has, unfortunately, began to put Christ out of reach. The denomination she was formerly affiliated with is nothing short of a cult.

I just thank God that we are now in a wonderful church. In fact, it is so wonderful, we count the hours between services!

We say grace, then eat breakfast. All the while, we can’t stop smiling at each other.

After we are done eating we watch each other dress.

I step into some long black work pants with a dark green Oxford shirt.

She dons a long black skirt and a pink blouse that accentuates all of her sexy curves.

Playfully, I begin to lift her skirt.

She giggles then says, “Just wait when we get back home, Mister!”

I sensuously rub her plump buttocks, then move to her soft thick belly, then her jiggly love handles. Finally, I caress her lovely face and give her a kiss.

She moans with pleasure, then tightly embraces me and pelts my face with many kisses. Her wire-rimmed glasses begin to fog up.

We say, “I love you!” in unison, then sweetly rub noses.

She wipes her lenses, then I look at my watch and am surprised by the time.

I announce that we need to get going, then shut off the radiator.

We bundle up, then she grabs her purse and I grab my EDC backpack as we walk to church, hand in hand. It’s only a few feet away, praise God!

Upon arrival we are greeted by fellow members, then we both prepare the coffee.

We fellowship with everyone else until the service starts.

The music comes on and we worship wholeheartedly. The music and lyrics are tremendously beautiful as we contemplate God’s unfailing love for us and all He has done for us.

Afterward, she goes to work in the nursery and I continue to man the media equipment.

Our Pastor begins to pray over all of us, then delivers his message.

I hang on to his every word. I feel conviction on some parts and edification on others.

The message concludes then there is an invitation.

We all close our eyes, I think of the first time I came to Christ, almost eighteen years ago.

The service concludes.

I hang out and fellowship with the other men, she with the ladies.

Finally, our Pastor hugs both of us, then tell us how we ought to go home and enjoy each other, to which we happily comply.

Before we leave, an older couple gives us a container filled with beef stew. Happily, we take it.

Now, we make a beeline for our trailer, with our hands on each others’ buttocks.

We walk up the steps and I unlock the door. We lock it behind us, then I light the radiator once again.

Immediately afterward, we begin to peel each others’ clothes off as we briskly walk to our bedroom.

We become intimate falling deeper in love and further strengthening our marital bonds.

Famished from the intense lovemaking we heat the beef stew, say grace, and happily eat.

We then sit in our living room praying and reading The Bible together.

We both thank God especially for putting us together but also fervently petition Him to bless our marriage and to protect it that no one tares our bond asunder…

Yes the characters in this story do indeed possess a strong carnal love towards each other but that is only part of why they fit so well together.  It is merely a picture of a much Greater Love in them and it will keep them together when the carnal side isn’t as powerful anymore.  I would even dare to say that it keeps the carnal side powerful but only towards each other.

Back to “A Christian Marriage”

Laundry Day-An Online Romance

Ezra woke up in the very late morning.

After lying for several minutes on his couch, thinking about Sadie, he prepared his breakfast of two fried eggs sunny side up, a slice of toast with sugar-free raspberry jam, and a drink of coffee, chicory, and hot milk.

After breakfast was ready, he sat in his kitchen eating and drinking while listening to his countertop scanner.

Two boat captains were coordinating their movements on the Intracoastal Waterway, one was of a towboat with six loaded barges in tow and the other was a tugboat by itself. They were also communicating with other vessels in the area.

Ezra had now finished breakfast and placed his dishes in the sink, but wanted to continue listening in. However, knew he had to do his laundry for the week.

So, he reached into his EDC backpack and pulled out his portable scanner, then set it to monitor the VHF Marine Band. he placed it in his right front pocket

He then took $3.25 worth of quarter-dollar coins from his safe and placed them in his back pocket.

Afterward, Ezra retrieved his laundry basket and bottle of detergent along with his smartphone and everything else, then walked down to the laundromat.

He unlocked the door, then found a washing machine that wasn’t in use, so he loaded it with his clothing and detergent, then placed the $1.75 worth of quarters in and started it.

While his load of clothes was washing, Ezra sat on a bench and listened to marine traffic on his portable scanner.

He heard a bridge tender notifying all mariners of the lunch rush hour curfew in effect.

Ezra listened to other marine channels where he heard some fishing boat captains speaking in Vietnamese.

He also heard dockyard mechanics coordinating with the servicing of boat engines.

Finally, his clothes were washed, so he switched them to a dryer that wasn’t in use and put the remaining $1.50 worth of quarters into the coin slot, and started it.

He continued listening to his scanner when Sadie called.

“Hey baby,” He answered.

“Hey you,” She replied.

“What’s going on?”

“My cousin and her boyfriend are here and I have you on speakerphone.”

“Well, hi everyone!” Ezra said.

“Hi,” Alyssa said.

“What up?” Nicky Joe added in.

“Oh, I’m down in the laundromat watching my clothes dry.”

“What are your intentions with my cousin?” Alyssa asked.

“Well, let me first say that I think she is the most beautiful young lady, I have ever seen and that I have a tremendous amount of reverence for her. I will also admit that I am indeed falling for her, but my intentions are to treat her like a queen, to shower her with affection, to be there for her in any way I can, and hopefully one day to marry her!”

“I see. You know she weighs over four hundred pounds, right?”

“Yes. I know. And I adore every pound curve and inch of her! You see, the thing is I like super-sized ladies. A skinny female would not make me happy, but someone Sadie’s size would make me happier than ever.”

“You’re sick!” Alyssa interjected.

“Don’t listen to her, Ezra, you’re very sweet! She’s just jealous,” Sadie added in.

“Thank you, baby!” Ezra answered.

“Oh, yeah, like I am jealous. Dream on!” Alyssa said.

There was an awkward silence, then Ezra’s scanner began picking up two fishing boats communicating.

“Who’s that in the background?” Alyssa asked.

“I’m listening to boat traffic on my scanner.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Alyssa asked.

“Because he likes boats. He takes some cool pictures of them too!” Sadie said.

“Yes. And it keeps me out of trouble.”

“Can you hear the cops on that scanner?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, I can’t. It’s an older model and I don’t listen to the cops anyway.”

“Mine can hear the cops but I got to keep it on the DL.” Nicky Joe added in.

“Listening to the cops is depressing to me because it’s always hearing about all the bad stuff going on. I’d much rather listen to boat traffic, nothing wrong with that,” Ezra said.

“Hey, dawg, whatever, to each his own,” Nicky Joe replied, then asked, “What kind of ride you got?”

“A 1985 Jeep Comanche which I am very proud of! I restored it myself.” Ezra answered.

“I customized my ride, too. I have a 1999 GMC Yukon with twenty-six-inch rims and a dope sound system!” Nicky Joe said.

“Mine is all pretty standard, but it’s still fun to drive,” Ezra humbly stated.

“You pack any heat?” Nicky Joe asked.

“No, my psychiatrist won’t clear me for a concealed carry permit,” Ezra answered sheepishly.

“I gotcha. I can’t get a concealed carry permit either, because of my record, but I still pack heat. Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what I can or can’t carry.” Nicky Joe brazenly said.

“I have found other legal ways to defend myself though,” Ezra answered.

“Like what, dawg?” Nicky Joe asked with curiosity.

“Oh that’s top-secret,” Ezra answered with confidence.

“He sounds dangerous,” Alyssa added in.

“He’s not. He’s really sweet and in a lot of ways reminds me of my Daddy,” Sadie added in.

“I think he’s a loser, what do you think, bae?” Alyssa said.

“He seems lame, but maybe he’s good for Sadie, there’s someone for everyone,” Nicky Joe added in.

“We don’t have to take this, I’m going to my room, both of you can leave now,” Sadie said with anger and frustration.

Sadie left the living room then slammed her bedroom door and locked it.

“Ezra, I’m sorry they said those things about you and I hope you still want me,” Sadie told him.

“Of course I still want you. I just hope the rest of your family is more accepting,”

“They will be, I’m almost sure of it, especially once they see how sweet you are and how you make me happy.”

“Do I make you happy though?”

“Oh, yes. Like more than ever!”

“Could it be, then, that they are jealous of us? I mean you said how Alyssa was always in competition with you and maybe she sees that I make you happy, so maybe she wants to sabotage our relationship.”

“I think you’re right, baby.”

“And Nicky Joe and I don’t have anything in common, but I wouldn’t call him lame as he did to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry he said that. I think you’re wonderful, though, so forget him.”

“His opinion of me doesn’t carry any weight as far as I’m concerned, but your opinion of me carries the weight of the universe.”

“Well, then the whole universe is in your favor because I couldn’t ask for a better man than you!”

“I’m falling even more for you, Sadie Claire Macbride!”

“And I am falling just as much for you, Ezra Lee Toussaint!”

“Don’t ever worry about Alyssa or Nicky Joe again, because it’s like you pointed out, they are jealous and they want to sabotage our relationship. Deep down Alyssa thinks that because I’m so fat, I don’t deserve happiness and she sees that I am happier than her, despite most men choosing her body over mine and it fills her with envy.”

“Well, I want you by my side forever!”

“And I will be!” Sadie paused, then continued, “Hey, would you mind me reading some of the stories from the blogger that I subscribe to? His work always gave me hope that I would find someone and now I have, because of you.”

“Sure. I’ll switch my scanner off and you can entertain me while my clothes dry.”

“Awesome, these stories have really helped me.”

Alyssa began to read the stories out loud to Ezra.

He hung on to her every word, falling even more for her.

He continued listening, then finally said when she came to a stopping point, “It’s as if he knows both of us because I can relate to many of his characters.”

“So can I!” Sadie said with vindication.

“I only wish I could write like him, though.”

“It’s okay. Maybe when we have children, and they are having a tough time we can read his blog to them as well.”

“You actually see that much of a future with me?!”

“Yes, most definitely! And so much more too!” Sadie paused and, then continued, “I hope that’s okay with you.”

“It’s wonderful. I am the happiest man on the planet. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Well, there’s this beautiful young lady from Alabama that I am absolutely crazy about. She has long reddish blonde hair. She stands about five feet. She has a very sexy body that I want to kiss every inch of! She is so sweet too! And she is mine all mine! Who is this beautiful young lady?”

“ME!” Sadie replied with joy.

“And don’t ever forget it!”

“I won’t!”

The dryer then buzzed indicating that Ezra’s clothes were dry.

“What was that loud sound?” Sadie asked.

“The dryer telling me that my clothes are done. I need to bring them back up to my apartment, then I need to also check my blood sugar.”

“You will call me later, though, right?”

“Of course, what time would you like me to call?”

“Well call me at eight o’clock tonight and every night after that, but you can also call me in the morning, whenever you wake up if you want. I have to eat lunch anyway, because I’m really hungry.”

“Well then you, please eat! I will do everything I need to do, then I will call you at eight o’clock tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Until then, just know that I want you by my side forever!”

“And you just know that I will be!”

“Okay, bye baby.”

“Bye.”

Back to “An Online Romance”

Character Guide-An Online Romance

Ezra Lee Tousaint-Main Character aged 35.

Sadie Claire MacBride-Other Main Character redneck SSBBW aged 29.

Milo James MacBride-Sadie’s Dad deceased.

Georgia Faye Dalton MacBride-Sadie’s Mom aged 53.

Reverend Murray Paul Stevens-Sadie’s Pastor and retired firefighter aged 75.

Mrs. Linda Anne Kempf Stevens-Pastor Murray’s wife aged 71.

Dally James MacBride-Sadie’s Paternal Uncle aged 65.

Sophia Natayla “Sophie” Chernenkov MacBride-Sadie’s Paternal Aunt by Marriage aged 57.

Alyssa Jean MacBride-Sadie’s pregnant cousin and always in competition with her aged 28.

Nicky Joe Derringer-Alyssa’s Boyfriend and baby Dad constantly in trouble with the law but well connected aged 25.

James Henry MacBride-Sadie’s Paternal Grandpa aged 87.

Matilda Jane Alden MacBride-Sadie’s Paternal Grandma also was an SSBBW deceased.

Back to “An Online Romance”

The Next Day-An Online Romance

It was Noon when Ezra’s phone rang.

He saw Sadie’s information on the screen and hurriedly answered, “Hello.”

“Hey, you!” Sadie replied.

“Oh, it’s so nice to hear your voice again.”

“You’re so sweet!”

“Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Well, I got a somewhat good report from my doctors. They want me to continue with my high blood pressure treatments as usual. It hasn’t gotten better but it hasn’t gotten worse either.”

“Praise God! You know, I want you to live because I want you by my side forever! I’m well aware of how it was your Dad’s high blood pressure that killed him.”

“His Mom as well.”

“Then, please, Sadie, you need to be careful! I never want to lose you!”

“Just pray for me then, but as far as I can see you never will lose me!”

“Now my Mom has just pulled up into the Dairy Queen parking lot and we’re going eat, but I will call you as soon as I am home and we can spend some more time together if you wish.”

“Sure that would be wonderful. Y’all just be careful everywhere y’all go.”

“We will. What are you going to eat for lunch?”

“Some seared chicken breasts and some steamed carrots along with some steamed green beans. I made them all for dinner last night.”

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Well, I have been living alone for the better part of my adult life and now being diabetic, I have to prepare healthy meals for myself.”

“I should eat healthy like that more often, but the food stamps only go so far.”

“I understand totally.”

“Now we’re about to order, so I will call you later.”

“Okay.”

“All right, bye Ezra.”

“Bye Sadie.”

Ezra walked into his kitchen and turned his countertop scanner on. Seconds later he intercepted a notice to mariners from the Coast Guard. He then took out the meat and vegetables from his refrigerator then warmed them up in his microwave oven.

After his meal was ready, he placed it on the table then said grace and ate, while listening to his scanner.

In the meantime, Sadie and her Mom each ordered a 1/3 Pound Cheeseburger and a Banana Shake. They as well took their food to a table said grace and then ate.

“Do you think Ezra will be different from the others?” Sadie’s Mother asked her.

“I sure hope so. He knows how much I weigh and he still wants me. And he just got finished telling me how he wants me by his side forever,” Sadie replied.

Her Mother smiled slightly, then said, “I hope he is telling the truth. I don’t like seeing you with a broken heart all the time.”

“He does seem genuine.”

“Well, you know Pastor Murray prays for you as do I.”

“Ezra said how he wants to meet me during Thanksgiving week.”

“Well, that will give y’all some more time to talk.”

“Well, if he is as sweet as he is now, I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Does he work?”

“No, he gets disability.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yes. He is schizophrenic and diabetic, but both are well under control.”

“Speaking of that, I know we always eat out after your doctor’s appointments, but you too could become diabetic if you’re not careful. Then you would have to battle your blood sugar in addition to your blood pressure. And you will gain more weight if you and Ezra get into a more stable relationship.”

“I know. I know. I’m just glad that Ezra told me how he likes big women.”

“Well, I know you must be happy but don’t use that as an excuse to not lose weight.”

“He did say how he wants me to live and if I have to lose weight to live longer, I think he would understand.”

“Sounds like you’re falling for him.”

“I am, most definitely.”

“How old is he?”

“Thirty-five.”

“So he’s six years older than you?”

“Yes, is that all right?”

“It’s fine. Your Daddy was eight years older than me and you know how much we loved each other.”

“Yes, Daddy was amazing and taken so soon.”

“All the more reason for you to pay attention to your health very carefully.” She paused, then said, “Speaking of that, we need to pick up your medications so, finish eating.”

Sadie nodded then finished off her cheeseburger than gulped down her banana shake.

They then cleared the table and left.

Sadie’s Mother drove through the drive up at the local Walgreen’s. Sadie then gave her information and paid with her debit card then was handed a three month supply of blood pressure medication.

They then drove home.

Sadie’s mother unlocked the door to their trailer and Sadie went walk to her room to call Ezra.

He had just finished washing the dishes when his phone rang.

“Hey, baby.” He answered.

“Hey.”

“Are you back home?”

“Yes. I am relaxing in my room.”

“Thank God you’ve made it home safely!”

“My Mom says I should watch my weight because I could also get diabetes.”

“If you want, I could share some healthy recipes with you.”

“If I lost weight, would you still want me, though? I mean I know how much you like big girls.”

“Of course I would still want you. Even if you did lose some weight there’s a part of you that I hope will always be big!”

“Well, my breasts and my butt will get smaller if I lose weight.”

“I was talking about your heart though!”

“You’re sweet!”

“I know I came on to you because you’re a big lady, but if you’re as wonderful as I think you are, I could want you in any size. Besides, as I said before, I want you to live!”

“You’re making my eyes wet!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you did nothing wrong. It’s just no one has ever been so sweet to me. I’ll confess that you’re making another part of me wet as well, but it would be a sin to describe which part!”

“Have you ever been with a man like that before?”

“I was molested when I was six, but other than that, no.” She paused then asked, “What about you?”

“When I was in my twenties, I was in a relationship with and even married to a woman who treated me terribly, yet always wanted to have sex. She deflowered me. But as weird as this sounds, I didn’t want to lay with her anymore because she treated me so badly, so she cheated on me and I left her in my very early thirties.”

“As cute and sweet as you are, I’m surprised that you’ve only been with only one woman in that way.”

“I’m just so sorry you were molested. I wish there was a way I could take that pain from you. What happened to the guy that hurt you?”

“My Daddy shot him, leaving him a paraplegic. He’s now in a prison hospice for the rest of his life.”

“I guess he got his just desserts, then.”

“But, am I pure enough for you, now that you know this?”

“Of course you are! And anyway, you could say that my past is more extensive than yours. All in all, you’re a wonderful and beautiful young lady of whom I am tremendously honored to call mine!”

“You make me very happy and I admit I am falling for you!”

“I feel the same way. I just cannot believe that the young lady of my dreams wants me!”

“Well, it’s because you’re so sweet!”

“Thank you.” Ezra paused, then continued, “Does any of your family know about me?”

“My Mom does.”

“What does she think?”

“She’s slightly leery, but only because so many others have rejected me.”

“Well if there’s a way I can relieve that anxiety of hers, name it.”

“Just keep talking to me and keep being sweet to me.”

“Rest assured, I will.”

“Now, I have to go potty real badly, but call me later this evening so we can talk some more.”

“What time?”

“Say around Eight P.M.”

“All right, I sure will.”

“Okay bye.”

“Bye.”

Sadie went to relieve herself in the bathroom.

After she was done, she went back to her room and took a nap.

Meanwhile, Ezra drove to New Orleans and spent the rest of the day watching marine traffic.

He took several pictures of the boats, ships, and barges passing on the Mississippi River and sent them to Sadie.

She had replied how they looked so neat, though she was half asleep.

At 6:00 PM, Ezra drove back to his apartment and checked his blood sugar. It was slightly low, so he drank a can of Wild Cherry Pepsi, then prepared a dinner of a fried pork chop, steamed yellow squash, and steamed broccoli florets.

Likewise, Sadie woke up and her Mom was preparing a meal of hamburger steaks along with green peas and mashed potatoes.

After everyone was done eating, the table was cleared and the dishes were washed, Ezra took his medications, then called Sadie. It was now getting on Eight P.M.

“Hey, you!” Sadie answered.

“Hey,” Ezra replied.

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk more but I was half sleeping when you sent me those pictures. But they were really neat.”

“Well, thank you. Watching marine traffic may seem boring to most, but it’s fun for me and it keeps me out of trouble.”

“Well, you have to have hobbies.”

“Speaking of that, what do you do for fun?”

“Well, I cannot drive, so I am pretty much a homebody, but as I said on my dating profile, I like to play games on my phone and tablet.”

“Nothing wrong with that. I’m glad you’re able to do something.”

“There’s also this blogger I read. He writes the most beautiful love stories. Maybe one day we can read his work together.”

“I wish I could write, but I would love to do that with you.”

“I also wish I could write.”

“What are his stories like?”

“Well, let me put it this way, we’ll have to be careful when we read them together, otherwise we may be tempted to commit a certain sin.”

“They’re that good?”

“Yes, they always bring out those feelings in me. It’s just I was never able to share them with anyone because I was always ghosted.”

“I was ghosted quite a bit as well, so I know what you’re going through.”

“But now we have each other, right?”

“Oh, yes! Most definitely! And I am so happy about that!”

“Me too!”

“I cannot wait to come to see you!”

“Neither can I!”

“Where would I sleep though?”

“In my arms, of course?”

“How would your Mom feel about that?”

“She would be fine as long as you treat me right and commit to me.” Sadie paused, then continued, “Anyway, I pay the bills around here.”

“Well, my intentions are indeed to treat you right and nothing would make me happier than to commit to you!”

“I’m falling for you even more!”

“As am I!” Ezra replied, then asked, “So, what heritage are you, anyway?”

“Redneck and Cherokee. What about you?”

“French and a little bit Irish.”

“Like Cajun French?”

“No. Parisian French!”

“Well, my family might tease you, but I think French men are so sophisticated and I hear they make wonderful lovers.”

“Now I am blushing!”

“I bet it’s so cute though!”

“When you say you’re redneck, do you know which European Countries, like more specific than just Anglo Saxon?”

“Scotch-Irish and maybe a little Welsh.”

“So we both have Irish, then.”

“Apparently.”

“The only Irish trait of mine that I know of is that I loved drinking Whiskey in my younger days, but cannot have it now because of this diabetes.”

“What races was your ex?”

“The one I was with for during my twenties was Puerto Rican, and probably Black.”

“The man who molested me was also Black and from Puerto Rico.”

“Would your family reject me because of the woman I was with prior to finding you?”

“I doubt it. Once they see how wonderful you treat me and how happy you make me, they’ll want me to keep you!” Sadie paused, then continued, “But don’t advertise it either.”

“I understand, completely.”

There was a knock on Sadie’s bedroom door.

It was her mother and she said, “Alyssa and Nicky Joe are coming to visit tomorrow, so you might want to get some rest tonight.”

Ezra heard Sadie’s Mother and said, “Do I have to let you go for now?”

“No, we can talk a little while longer.” She paused and said, “I’m not looking forward to it. My cousin Alyssa is always in competition with me. She’s pregnant for her methhead boyfriend and they’re both coming tomorrow.”

“Sounds like fun,” Ezra said sarcastically, then continued, “In all seriousness, I need to do laundry tomorrow anyway.”

“I know right. It’s just Alyssa who was always skinny and she always had a boyfriend while I had none. But I cannot wait to show you off to her, because you’re so much classier and cuter than her boyfriend ever will be and you treat me like a queen.”

“Does that mean I get to shower you with affection in front of her?”

“Well, if you did, I would like it a lot and it would score you some extra points with me!” Sadie said as she giggled.

“Just know that I would do it anyway because I am that much crazy about you.”

“I am falling for you hard and fast, so please don’t break my heart!”

“I am falling for you equally hard and equally fast and I pray that you don’t break my heart either!”

“I never will! I know a good thing when I see it!”

“And I likewise know how wonderful you are and just so you know, I want you by my side forever!”

“I’ll take that to bed with me since I do have to get up early tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to say the good night tidings?”

“You can if you want.”

“Then I want you to know how much I long to give you hugs and kisses good night. And I want you to equally know how I long to keep you in my arms throughout the night. But my prayer is that The Good Lord watches over us until we talk again and my prayer is also that you will be by my side forever!”

“Yes, those are my desires as well. I cannot wait to see you and I cannot wait to read those blogs with you!”

“Well you have pleasant dreams and peaceful slumber and I will tell you good night.”

“Good Night.”

Sadie then changed into a nightgown, then turned on her fan and went to sleep.

Ezra stayed up for a few more hours, listening to his scanners then went to sleep when his medicine kicked in…

Back to “An Online Romance”

Pilot-An Online Romance

On a muggy late October night in South Louisiana, Ezra Lee Toussaint was sitting on his sofa scrolling past profiles of ladies on a dating site. He lived outside of New Orleans, Louisiana, and couldn’t seem to find any ladies that interested him nearby. So he increased the distance parameter on the app and continued searching.

Ezra was a disabled thirty-five-year-old. He stayed in a one-bedroom apartment and of course lived off of a government pension from Social Security Disability. The reasons for his disability were that he was schizophrenic and later became diabetic, due to side effects from his medication.

Around the age of thirty-four he had lost a lot of weight, but still needed to take his schizophrenic medication as well as monitor his blood sugar and take insulin shots for the rest of his life.

Because of the cost of his medications and supplies as well as their side effects in addition to the debilitating mental effects of Schizophrenia, he decided it would be much more practical to draw disability and keep his medical benefits instead of being at the mercy of employer-sponsored health insurance.

He spent his waking hours working on his 1985 Jeep Comanche pickup truck, riding around at night, listening to his scanners, watching videos, or reading online.

He had all the time to do whatever he chose, whenever he chose, but his life was incomplete. He was missing the love of a good woman.

For most of his younger adult life he was in a relationship with and eventually married to a contrary and quarrelsome Puerto Rican woman.  At age thirty-one, he was fed up and divorced her

He spent a good while enjoying the freedom of single life but then realized he was lonely.   So, Ezra decided to get on several dating sites.

On this night he wasn’t having much success with the app.

It seemed that the only women who wanted him were well below his standards and the ones that met his standards all eventually ghosted him.

Ezra was getting ready to give up on these apps and find an alternative way to meet women when he saw her profile.

Her name was Sadie, she was 29 years old and from rural Marshall County, Alabama.

He studied her profile extensively and realized that she fit his standards exactly.

She was an SSBBW with a very pretty face, long flowing reddish-blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and the most beautiful curves.

On her profile she stated how she is indeed a big lady and if any potential mate of hers cannot deal with that, then just not waste their time and don’t even contact her. She stated how she wanted a man that would treat her like a queen, hold her by her waist, kiss her just because, and love her for her. She also stated how she is an excellent cook and despite her size, she’s the one to take and meet your family. Her profile then stated how she never smokes, or uses drugs and only drinks alcohol on special occasions. As her interests, she posted that they include hanging out with her family, riding around at night, swimming, playing games on her phone or tablet, and cuddling but only with the right man. She finally said how she is on disability because of her weight, but that means she can take care of herself financially and doesn’t want any man’s money, but rather his time, loyalty, affection, and love. Her height was listed as five feet.

Even though he wasn’t actually in her presence, Ezra felt immensely giddy as his heart skipped several beats.

For a few minutes he simply stared with great admiration at her pictures.

During those minutes, Ezra was going through in his head how he would write the perfect message for her, “Hey. I don’t know how to begin this, but let me first say that I am very picky about whom I would date. However, you seem to exceed my standards by far, and not only that I think you are beautiful and sweet. I want to get to know you more and if you are the right one for me, I would indeed treat you like a queen, hold you by that sexy waist of yours, shower your beautiful face with kisses just because and yes I could love you for you and let me say that you are indeed very lovable. I’m already crazy about you and if you would only know how giddy I feel just by looking at your profile, maybe you would somehow like me too. I know I am in Louisiana and you’re in Alabama, but gosh durn it, it wouldn’t matter to me how close or far you were, for you I would find a way to make it work. There aren’t any worthwhile women where I am, but you, well…you are more than worthwhile, you seem so perfect for me! I look forward to corresponding with you, so please give me a chance!”

Ezra sighed as he tapped the send button.

He then set his phone down and walked into the kitchen and took his medication.

Afterwards, he tested his blood sugar and saw that it was low, so he drank a cold can of Wild Cherry Pepsi.

He then turned on his scanner and listened as two towboat captains were coordinating their movements on the Intracoastal Waterway. He listened intently until he heard his phone go off.

A chat head appeared with Sadie’s picture.

Ezra took a deep breath then began to read the message.

“Hey. I’m really touched by what you told me. I also read your profile and you seem like a decent guy and yes I would be open to you getting to know me. I want to get to know you as well. I also think you’re really cute! It’s quite okay that you’re all the way in Louisiana because there are no worthwhile young men around here who are willing to pay attention to me, but I’m glad you are. You made me blush a whole lot when you told me that my waist is sexy. And yes, I am really happy that you are that you’re willing to make this work. Maybe you are the young man of whom I have been praying about. I hope you are serious about loving me for me because I am bigger than I appear in my pictures. I do weigh a little over four hundred pounds. When most guys find out exactly how big I am they ghost me. You seem really sweet, so I hope you are somehow different. I hope you would still want me now that you know my true weight and I promise you that I have an even bigger heart. Please write me back and let me know how you feel.”

Ezra’s heart swelled with joy that the young lady whom he was already catching feelings for was mutually interested in him. He knew he had to make it clear to Sadie exactly how much he was attracted to her. So, carefully, he typed back, “I’m so sorry all those other guys ghosted you but it’s their loss not yours. I hope it is also my gain and I apologize if that sounded wrong. There is something I want you to know and I pray you don’t think I am a pervert, but here goes: I am exclusively attracted to bigger women. There is just something about them that drives me wild but in a very good way. And if she has a pretty face like yours, I’m even more attracted. A skinny woman doesn’t have that effect on me. And a skinny woman wouldn’t ever make me happy but someone your size would make me the happiest man there is! I meant what I said when I told you how I think you’re beautiful and sweet. I won’t ever ghost you, but I will honor you and cherish you if you indeed let me! Please don’t ever ghost me either though. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you have such a sweet and pure heart, that I want you even more now. I just hope this continues.”

A minute passed, then Ezra’s phone alerted him to another incoming message from Sadie. It read, “Oh, I don’t think you’re a pervert because you’re attracted to bigger women. Actually, I’m glad you are because you’re really cute and sweet and if you didn’t like bigger women you probably wouldn’t be talking to me right now, so it’s quite all right. Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know you’re falling for me and I will admit that I am falling for you as well, but I have to make sure you are right for me. I am indeed attracted to you physically and I think you are really sweet as well, but I need to know most of all that you are a Christian and that you are a humble gentleman. I’m almost sure that you are are the latter, but I need to make sure that you are also the former. If you indeed are, then you will have the keys to my heart. But I must know. Let me close by saying that I hope you are because I really do like you and I could see you making me happy. Please let me know.”

“Why don’t I call you and explain it to you? It would be easier to say it verbally than to write it all down.”

“Sure. I bet you have a cute voice.”

They then exchanged phone numbers.

Ezra then called Sadie.

“Hey you!” She answered.

“Hi,” Ezra said.

“Well tell me all you need to say.”

“Okay, here goes: I am indeed a Christian and have been since my teen years. There is something else you must know about me and that is I get disability. First I got it for being schizophrenic, which I got saved while I was recovering from my first mental breakdown. A family member presented The Gospel to me and I surrendered to it. Most of my family is Catholic, except for this family member, and I always noticed how he was closer to God than the rest of them, so I hung on to his every word. It was the best choice I ever made when I got saved! The medication I take for schizophrenia caused me to eventually become diabetic. I was heavy from my twenties until my early thirties then at age thirty-four, I lost the weight, mostly from strict dieting because of my diabetes. I allow the Lord to direct my paths and I acknowledge Him every step of the way. I would also be in a lot of trouble without Him. If you ever meet me, you will see that I carry a SwissGear backpack and a small Igloo cooler everywhere I go. I carry my medication and diabetic supplies, as well as a few cool personal gadgets in my backpack, and I have a few cans of soft drink as well as my insulin in the cooler.”

“I can tell that for sure that you are a Christian and I am immensely happy about that fact! I’m so sorry about your disabilities, but maybe they make you humble, or at least I think they do. Could you tell me about the other stuff you carry in your backpack? I hope it is all legal stuff.”

Ezra replied, “Well, some of the stuff I carry may not be legal in New York or California, but it is perfectly legal in the rural South. I have my tablet with its charger, a scanner radio also with its charger, a Leatherman multi-tool, a Swiss Army Knife, two tactical flashlights one of them has a USB-C charger the other two run on disposable batteries, my Bible, two flash drives, a power bank, and all my medications.”

“That’s neat. But why do you have two flashlights?”

“Well one is for general purpose lighting. The other one is for self-defense, it is very bright and has a strobe feature that can disorient an attacker then I can hit him in the head with the flashlight while he is disoriented. There’s a lot of crime in Louisiana and my psychiatrist won’t clear me for a concealed weapon permit, so I had to improvise. As you can see I like to be prepared.”

“My Daddy carried a Leatherman on him everywhere he went, but he willed it to me when he passed away.”

“What did he die of?”

“He was big like me and couldn’t get his blood pressure under control, so four, almost five years ago, the Sunday just after Black Friday, he was out hunting with the new rifle he had just purchased and had a stroke out in the woods. We have a scanner too and heard EMT’s talking about him on it. He died hours later at the hospital.”

“I’m so sorry and he seems like he would have been a good man.”

“Oh he was. Maybe he would have liked you.”

“What was he hunting for?”

“Wild hogs. He wanted to roast one for Christmas Dinner but had to work up until Christmas, so this was his only time off, until Christmas Eve.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious. What was his job?”

“He worked at a gun store and he loved to hunt in his free time.”

“If scanners upset you, I won’t play mine in front of you. I know it must be traumatic to hear one go off.”

“Well, that’s very sweet and thoughtful of you, but it doesn’t bother me.”

“What do you listen to on yours, anyway?”

“Mostly boat traffic. If that isn’t too active, I listen to the fire departments.”

“And why do you carry that Leatherman and Swiss Army Knife?”

“Just so I can help myself or others should the need arrive. It seems I am always using them to fix something at my church. I see them more as tools than weapons, and I do enjoy helping others.”

“Now you sound like my Daddy, but I like it.”

“I know you know that I am a Christian. I hope you think I am also a humble gentleman.”

“Yes. I do, but I just had to make sure you were first.”

“Yay.”

“You seem happy.”

“Well, the young lady of my dreams thinks I am a gentleman I would say that makes me happy!”

“So, since I am the young lady of your dreams, why don’t you make me yours?”

“How do you want me to do that?”

“Ask me, silly.”

“Okay, I need to know your full name first, so I can do this right.”

“It is Sadie Claire MacBride. What’s yours?”

“Ezra Lee Toussaint.”

“That’s a neat name.”

“Thanks.”

“Okay, are you going to ask me?”

“Yes: Sadie Claire MacBride, will you be my girlfriend? I don’t have much to offer you, but I do promise to give you my time, my loyalty, and my affections!”

“Of course I will, and you’ve just made me a very happy lady, Ezra Lee Toussaint! I hope and pray that this is just the beginning!”

“It is just the beginning and I hope and pray that you are the one because I cannot picture anyone better!”

“I hope you are the one as well and I cannot wait to meet you in person!”

“How about we try to Thanksgiving week. I’ll save some money from when I paid on November 3rd.”

“Sure. But I’m too fat to drive myself so you’re going to have to come to me.”

“That’s fine. And don’t be so hard on yourself because I think you’re the most beautiful lady ever! Anyway, I have a 1985 Jeep Comanche, but it runs just as well as any truck made today. And I will gladly come to see you.”

“You’re so sweet and I think you’re the cutest man I’ve ever seen!”

“Thank you!”

“Hey, what time is it?”

Ezra looked at his G-Shock, then answered, “10:44.”

“I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning, so I need to get some sleep. I too have high blood pressure because of my weight. It’s under control, thanks to the medications, but I need routine monitoring.”

“You do get disability as well, or at least your profile says so.”

“Yes, I get my Daddy’s survivor’s benefits. I use them to pay me and my Momma’s bills and the utilities. The trailer and the land are paid for, thank God!”

“Yes. Thank God indeed.” Ezra paused then continued, “There is something I want to tell you tonight, and every night before we go to sleep.”

“What is it?”

“Good Night Tidings.”

“Okay.”

“Here goes: I wish I was in your presence to lovingly give you good night hugs and a kisses goodnight, then gently tuck you into your bed. But I also pray that The Good Lord watches over both of us tonight and every night as we sleep. Finally I pray that we are together forever, because I only want you and no one else. Now, you get you some rest and I will take my medication.”

“That was very sweet and just know that I desire and pray for those very things as well!” Sadie paused then continued, “I will text you good morning and I will call you when I am out of my appointment. If you want we can spend some time then.”

“Okay. I will be waiting. I’ll probably  watching boats tomorrow, but I’ll make time for you.”

“I know you will.”

“Okay, good night.”

“Good night.”

Ezra took his medicine then went to bed happier than ever.

Likewise Sadie went to bed filled with more joy than ever.

They dreamed about each other all night long…

Back to “An Online Romance”

An Autumn Squall Line

This is one of my Post Modern stories and probably the shortest as well as the least controversial. I initially wrote it in the early morning hours of April 16, 2018. I was inspired approximately a week before that, when I took a trip to Uptown New Orleans. It is about a young working poor couple riding out a severe thunderstorm and subsequent power failure in their shotgun house. When I initially wrote it, they were cohabitating and fornicating, but, earlier, a few weeks ago, The Lord got a hold of me and I took it down in July 2018. I’ve decided it was a beautiful enough story that I could take the sin out of there and rewrite them as a married couple, with minimal effort, so that is what I did on August 11, 2018.

Without further ado, here it is:

A cold front is making its way through our city and with it stormy weather.

There is plenty of showers, wind, and lightning associated with this squall line.

Because of this weather situation, I got rained out from my job at the plant and my wife is off from cleaning houses today anyway.

So, happy to have some time to ourselves we lie down in my bed.

I wrap my arms around her curvy waist as we listen to the rain tinkling on the tin roof of my shotgun house.

I kiss the back of her neck as she moans with pleasure.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning strikes the transformer that services my block and the power goes out.

I disconnected the gas-powered radiators when I bought my house and decided to use portable electric heaters instead, but now we have no heat.

It’s biting cold, especially for mid-November. Not to mention it is miserably damp.

We pull the thick blankets over ourselves and try best to keep warm.

I gently rub her love handles as we shiver.

She turns around wrapping her soft smooth arms and thick creamy legs around me.

We are very cold, but now the hunger pangs are setting in as well.

So, we step out of bed and get dressed, then I retrieve my Coleman LED lantern from the closet.

By the light of that lantern, we walk to the kitchen and I light my range, the only appliance in my house that still uses gas.

I slowly turn the knob on and strike a kitchen match.

The blue flame brightly glows in my dark kitchen.

With the lantern in hand, I walk to the pantry and get two packs of Ramen Noodles.

I retrieve two bowls and a kettle from my kitchen cabinet and draw some water into it from my kitchen tap.

Then, I place the dried noodle block in the bowls and the water-filled kettle on the lit burner.

We stand by the stove, clinging to each other for warmth.

Finally, we hear the kettle whistling.

I turn the burner off, then pour the boiling water into the bowls with noodles.

Immediately afterward I empty the powder from the flavor packets into the bowls and stir them.

I take a bowl and give the other one to her.

Happily, we eat.

After we eat, I turn on my weather radio which is operating on backup batteries and learn that the storms will last ‘throughout the night.’

She gives me a kiss and then says to me, giggling, “I know of something else that can last ‘throughout the night!”

I nod with a wide grin and kiss her in return.

Hand in hand we walk back to my bedroom and undress.

We adore each others’ bodies for just a moment, then passionately climb into my bed to make love as the storm rages on.

We climax multiple times until we are too sleepy to keep our eyes open.

Lovingly we fall asleep in each others’ arms.

In the morning, we wake to birds singing and bright sunbeams coming through the window above the bed.

We step out the door and sit together on the front porch swing in the crisp cool Autumn weather.

Contact Me

Back to “Works of Fiction”

Phone Conversation-Cyrus’ Perspective

The next day Cyrus woke up with feelings of euphoria. He had lived a lonely life up until this point when he had met Tabitha Howell online the previous night. He conversed with her for a while and quickly developed feelings for her. She revealed to him that her feelings for him were mutual.

After slowly waking up in his bed, Cyrus looked at his smartphone charging on the night table.

He selected Tabitha’s number and sent her a text: “Do you have free texting?”

A minute passed, but then he got a reply: “I sure do.”

“Great! I texted you because I remember you telling me that your parents are overprotective.” He sent another text “I don’t know how they’d react hearing you talking to me.”

“Well, I am nineteen so they can’t do or say much.” “Anyway they went shopping, so you can call me if you want to.”

So Cyrus then texted. “I’ll call you then.”

“Wonderful. I’m waiting.” Tabitha replied back.

Cyrus was nervous. At the same time, however, he was much excited for a chance to call Tabitha. So, he selected her number on his phone then touched the “Call” icon.

After only one ring, Tabitha answered “Hey!”

“Hi,” Cyrus replied.

“Finally I get to hear your voice. It’s very sexy!”

Cyrus blushed, caught his composure and then replied: “I like your voice as well.”

“Are you off all day today?” Tabitha asked.

“Yes, but I go on duty at six o’clock tomorrow morning. I assume you’ll be getting ready for school at that hour.”

“I will, but I have half days all week since we are having third quarter exams.”

“Well I would definitely love to spend time with you, but I know you should be studying.”

“Yes sir, Mister Braden. Gosh, you sound just like my teachers.”

“I just want you to be successful so you might have a job with an easy schedule.”

“I’m disabled and I doubt I could get any good job, especially in this economy.” Tabitha paused and then continued “I only go to school because I still live with my parents and they want me to.”

“What’s your disability?” Cyrus asked.

“I’ll tell you, but I hope and pray you don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you. If anything, your writing has taught me that everyone deserves to be loved.”

“Okay. I’ll tell you: I’m a schizophrenic. That’s why I had to take my medicine last night. Actually, I’m supposed to take it every night.”

“That doesn’t faze me at all,” Cyrus replied with assurance.

“You really mean that?” Tabitha asked with a mixture of happiness and desperation.

“Of course. There are lots of foamers I know with yours and similar disabilities.”

“What are foamers?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Not everyone knows that term. A foamer is someone who likes trains but doesn’t actually work for the railroad.”

“Oh, okay. That’s cool I guess.”

“Many of them take heavy medications which sedate them. That, in turn, prevents them from getting any railroad job.”

“How come.”

“Because to work for the railroad you have to be awake and highly alert for shifts as long as twelve hours.”

“That makes sense, actually. Many times I fall asleep in class, because of my medicine. Other students mock me and accuse me of being drunk. In reality, though, I don’t drink at all.”

“Would you drink if you didn’t have to take medicine?”

“I don’t know. I would want to, but I’m way too afraid of the consequences.”

“You mean like getting injured or injuring someone else while behind the wheel?”

“No, I don’t drive. I meant like someone taking advantage of me while I was drunk.”

“Why can’t you drive?”

“My doctors and my parents don’t want me to. It’s mostly because my medicine sedates me. God, Cyrus, I hope you don’t leave me because of that. I’m so afraid that you will.”

“I know we’re just starting our relationship, but rest assured that nothing in creation can make me leave you unless you cheated on me or something like that.”

“I would never cheat on you, who else would want me. But, I hope you really mean what you said.”

“I remember from your writing how the main point you try to drive across is that everyone deserves to be loved. I definitely see this in the way your characters love each other. I want to love you like that and I only hope and pray that you will love me the same way.”

“You’re very sweet. Oh, if only I was alone with you right now.”

“I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you in a week moment.”

“If you did, it wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. Instead, it would be something wonderful!”

“How would you know it would be wonderful? Have you been intimate with anyone else?”

“Never. What about you?”

“I’ve never been intimate with anyone either! Believe it or not, I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin!”

“Then when or if we do become intimate, it will be very special for us!”

Cyrus’ heart skipped a beat and he was filled with excitement. A plethora of his coworkers made fun of his virginity at his age, but now he felt vindicated.

There was an awkward silence, but then Tabitha asked: “Would you even want to be intimate with me?”

“I sure would! I was just thinking about how glad I am because I actually waited for the right one! All those guys taunting me through school and at work will be worth it!”

“People harass me about this too. Girls at my school constantly mock me. Only the nasty guys want to touch me, but I refuse them.”

“Just forget about them. I can also tell you this: If I’m ever able to pick you up from school, I’ll throw my arms around you and plant a huge kiss on your lips in front of everyone. I bet that would make everyone super jealous of you!”

“You really would?”

“Most definitely!”

“I would love you to do that, but I might get expelled if you. My school is very strict about PDA. I would then have to go to the public high school and get tormented even more about my weight.”

“Well, maybe we should just meet at the Landing Station depot then. How would you get a ride there, though?”

“I do have one friend that has a car, but I would have to convince her that you’re decent.”

“How could you do that? I would really like to meet you and shower you with affection!”

“I don’t know.”

Cyrus was frustrated for a moment, but then an idea hit him “I have an idea: Maybe you could show her all of our online conversations and my facebook profile. I have nothing to hide.”

“I remember you saying that the previous owner of your house was murdered. Did that happen in his house and why did that happen?”

“I can fully explain The previous owner of my house used to work at The Downtown Grocer. There was a deli cook who constantly harassed him. After he became a successful writer, he took his girlfriend to the park and proposed to her in front of everyone. She accepted. In an unfortunate twist of fate, that cook also happened to be in the park. She began to make trouble with him and his girlfriend. He warned that he would call the cops, so she pulled out a pistol and shot him dead. His girlfriend watched him die and then also died of a broken heart.”

“So how did you get his house?”

“His parents sold it to me through the help of the engineer on the train I work. But they sold it for double the price.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, in all fairness, he had fixed it up after he became a successful writer.”

“That’s fine then; I guess.”

“His writing style was very similar to yours. He also seemed to convey the same message that you do.”

“I wish I could be a writer, but I would have to make it big overnight or risk losing all of my medical coverage.”

“I think you could do it, but I fully realize that your health and medical needs come first.”

“Thanks for understanding. I wish my parents realized that.”

“Anytime. I see all the time what those foamers with medical conditions go through.”

Then came another awkward silence, until Cyrus said “You know I have all of his composition books, journals, and flash drive. Maybe we could read them together one day.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Does it bother you to read the thoughts of a dead man?”

“Sort of, but I would like to see his work if he indeed wrote like me.”

“Great!”

“Now, if and when my friend decides to bring me to the train station, how will I know that you’ll be there?”

“Right before I go on duty, I can text you every morning whether or not my train has work to do at Landing Station or not. But afterward, I have to turn my phone off. It’s a railroad mandate for me to do so. But, I’m sure I’ll have work to do in Landing Station at least one day this week. I know the economy is stagnant right now, but Landing Station still has some rail traffic.”

“Awesome, I can’t wait until then!”

“And if my train has to park in the siding for a few hours, we can hang out on the passenger platform. The only problem is that I won’t know that far in advance.”

“Hey, my parents just got home. I have to go now.”

“All right, but please keep in touch with me.”

“I will as much as I can.”

Cyrus then hung up the phone, got dressed and left home to make his groceries for the week. He had fallen even more in love with Tabitha but didn’t want to tell her and scare her off…

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