Drabble #96 Just to Say Hi

Today I had a few words I wanted to say. I held them in without being brave. I wrote them down a few times. I tried to read them. They read just fine. I approach you with them with great flare. I hold them again as you stare. My eyes tear up as my mouth runs dry. To which you simply smile and say hi.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Colorful Mask

The Colorful Mask

I watch as they cheer. The applause ringing throughout the room defended my ears. I smile at them as sincere as I can. I watch them blow kisses I don’t desire to blow back. A void in my heart makes me wish I could leave. Where did it go the love for this stage? Why have I fallen victim to this sea of lust? Give me my name instead of this blind fame.

She walked of the stage. Her manager headed er a bottle of water.

“Good job out there again today.”

She looked up as she took the bottle and put on a brave face.

“Yeah I rocked it!”

“You sure did. Now we have to make sure you are ready for what is next. You have two more gigs coming up.”


“Don’t worry if you keep up this level of performance you are sure to keep shining.”



“Oh yeah. I understand. I’m just a bit tired.”

“Alright well how about we celebrate with barbeque, then.”

“Alright, thanks mom.”

As they drove her mom yakked on her phone about gigs. Every time she hung up, she dialed another number. It was vexing. “Talk to me” Kay thought. She sped through a light so distracted by the phone. Kay felt it would serve them right if the crashed.

Shortly after her mom hung up again.

“We’re here! Now let’s celebrate!”

“This place looks expensive…”

“Don’t worry your gig paid well.”

As the got to their seats people stopped them a lot and asked for pictures. Her mom eagerly let them take a few. She placed the most colorful smile on as she stood with them one by one.

“Sorry guys but can you take this outside?” A waiter said as he approached them.

“Sorry guys! This will have to do it!” She beamed.

After the commotion ended, she and her mom took their seats. She was waited on immediately by the same waiter. Her mom eagerly piled up her order. She asked many questions about all the expensive food. By the time she finished Kay who had zoned out noticed the waiter leaving.

“Wait my order-“

“Don’t worry, hun. I ordered for you too.”

Kay sighed.

“Ma’am is that okay?”

She put on a colorful smile.

“Yeah sure!”

The food arrived after some time. It smelled delicious. Her mom immediately began to divvy it out. She immediately noticed the portions were off.

I knew it… She thought. She not only got her favorites; she’s eating the most.

She formed up as much energy as she could and put on a face of fun.

“Well let’s dig in!”

They ate in silence. She felt the food was what she needed. It was long after the meal started her mom’s phone began to ring.  But to Kay’s surprise she didn’t pick it up. Her stomach lurched at this.

As her face fell, her mom looked up. She put on a smile before eating into a rib.

“Is everything okay here?” The waiter said as he returned.

“Yes. However, I would like a to go plate.”

Kay’s heart panged.

Her mom asked for a check as well. Kay didn’t like that she had to tip with her on cash as well as the cash her mom was using. Every bit of those funds were hers and she knew it. Her mom always talked responsibility but never let her practice beyond her selfish reasons. When does a 16-year-old get her freedom?

They drove down the road to shortly after leaving. It didn’t look like they were going home.

“Where are we going?” Kay asked.

“To talk to about another gig.”

“Wait another!?”

“That’s not a problem.”

“You’re right it’s not.” She said as she forced a smile.

It took hours for the meeting to end but as she left her mom signed a deal for some gigs at parties. She couldn’t stand it.

The next few days were hectic. She wanted to rest so bad, but her mom made her prepare so much, it was hell.

The day of the next gig hit so fast she thought she would die.

As she waited backstage she nearly cried at her exhaustion. At least her mom could try to understand. She was jolted from her thoughts as she heard her introduction. She ran on to stage but as she did a photographer flashed a light directly into her eyes. She got so disoriented by this and before she knew it she had stumbled over a chord on stage. She landed with such a thud as the mic hit her on the head. A screech filled the room so viscously as the mic blared.

Her mom rushed on stage as Kay clenched her leg.

“What on earth!?” Mom said angrily.

“My leg!” She cried.

She cringed in pain but what scared more than the pain in her leg was the crowd. Their stares crushed her. She fell back as she wanted to disappear. In her despair she listened as the crowd was told the show is over. The words echoed in her mind mercilessly. Her mask fell and she began to cry.

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Stray

It always sat in one spot. A cat with white fur and brown spots. When I meet its eyes, it would stare so curiously. I always wondered what it saw when it looked at me. I often tried to sit in a spot far away from it. However, one day I sat at a bench close to it and It meowed at me. I looked around.

“Are you talking to me?”

It perked at my voice. As it did it stood and began to approach me.

It jumped in my lap so suddenly. A soft purr escaped its mouth as it rubbed against me. It was such a sweet cat. I couldn’t help but tear up.

Many thoughts came to mind.  Is it lost? Does it have a home? It seemed so fond of me already. I wonder if it watches me on purpose.

Hesitantly, I began to stoke it. It had such a sweet meow.

“Oh, is that your cat?”

I looked up to see a woman standing in front of me. She was eyeing the cat with a cooing look.

“No, It’s a stray.”

“A stray?” She looked at the cat with an expression of sympathy. “You poor thing. You must be lonely.”

I never thought of it that way. Yet at the same time it seemed to be free. It seemed to be looking for its own. As far as that curious stare goes it was still strong.

“Do you have any ideas of what to do with it” she asked as she looked at me.

“I don’t.”

I looked down to see it eying me. It looked at me with such honest eyes.

“I kinda want to keep it. It has been here for a while. So, I assume it has no home.”

“That would be lovely. After all it seems to like you a lot.”

The cat meowed as I pat its head again.

“Hmm, Well then!” She said as she clapped her hands together. “Let’ starts making you a new parent.”

A smile formed on my face  faster than I could imagine.

“Well, Kitty. Do you want a home?”

It purred as I pat it.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Distant Reaper

She stared blankly at the one who laid in front of her. A deep crimson leaked from their head. She watched as a man ran from the site.

“It’s not fair…” She said.

“It’s not fair!”  She cried.

She watched the for on the ground limp as the crimson wouldn’t stop. She floated around waiting for any signs of movement.

“I want to go back in.” She floated close to the one who lay still.

“I want to go back to my body.”

No answer from her form. She mourned out loud. A fear of her passing sunk in. A deep pain burned all over. She looked around frantic cursing the life of the man she last saw.

“Where is he!?”

She floated far into a direction she didn’t know what to do. She glanced many time over looking for any clue.

She stopped at a park and froze in silence.


He sat on a bench panting. His face was pale as he counted what he found in a purse. She couldn’t stand it. A fury ranged over her.

“You have to pay…” She raged.

“You have to die!” she yelled before a man suddenly ran up to him.

“Where did you get that?” A policeman said.

The man immediately started to lie. All at once she raged and lunged at him. He immediately felt a chill that rose suspicion to the man in front of him.

“Do you know what happened just down the block?”

All at once the man dropped the purse and ran in fright. His fear piercing.

“Stop him now! We got him”

He was chased by many policemen now.

He ran as fast as he could as the woman shouted many things in his head.

“Liar! Tell them you killed me!”

“Quit running! Die!”

He didn’t know where he was going all he could hear was her voice.

He ran so far before he fell with a thud. He looked back and saw her laying there.

“Look at her as they take you.” She said.

“They always return to the scene of the crime.” An officer said as the grabbed him.

She watched as place had been taped off. So many where there leaving the place mourning.

She closed her eyes as she watched them drive him off.

“What peace do I have? I still can’t get in?”

“Fear not and come with me then.”

She turned to see a man with his hand outreached. She teared up but in faith she grabbed it.