by M. Sembera
Giving me a sweet smile, he patted my shoulder, saying, “I will be right back.”
Forcing a smile, I watched him get up and head upstairs. The moment I couldn’t see him anymore, I jumped up, grabbed my bag and darted out of the back door. I had my keys out and in my hand before I even made it to my car. Quickly shoving them into the ignition, I left.
I must have circled the town twenty times before I finally pulled off to the side of the road. I felt lost. There was no place I could go. I understood there were actual places for me to go, however, there was no place I wanted to be. I didn’t want to be told everything would be alright. Everything was not alright. It would never be alright because my parents were gone. They were dead. The feeling of loss was so overwhelming, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. My chest was hurting and I started to shake. There was no way to make this feeling go away. All I wanted was to stop feeling the way I was feeling. Then, I realized, there was a way.
Taking several deep breaths, I pulled back onto the road. Shaking my head at myself, I knew this was a bad idea. Suddenly goose bumps covered my arms in anticipation. Every reason not to go was quickly replaced with the way I knew I would feel once I got there. No thought just action. My sadness would be welcomed and shared. Because when we had nothing else we could have each other and I had nothing. There had never been a gap like this in my life. He would fill the void that was slowly swallowing me whole.
Pulling up past the gate, I stopped my car. Slowly opening the door, it wasn’t until I stepped out, I realized, I never put my shoes on. Carefully, I made my way down the path, mentally questioning myself with every step. By the time I reached my destination, I was severed into a million different emotions. The need for just one surpassed the rest and I closed my eyes and made my decision. Slowly reaching up, I knocked on HIS door.
About the Author
M. Sembera was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and now lives in Brazoria, Texas with her husband, three kids, three dogs and two cats. After writing her first short story when she was in high school, M. instantly fell in love with writing. However, life sometimes gets in the way of aspirations and it wasn't until years later, when her life calmed down, M. was able to start writing again.
'For me, each new book I write or character I create feels like the first time and I find myself falling in love with writing all over again'
Other works include 'The Rennillia Series', 'Life with Him: Novelette' & 'Louisiana Spice, Italian Intrigue, and Texas Bull: A Memoir'.