OKAY, so this probably isn't very good, but I thought I'd throw it out there just for grins. :D Peace, Love, and Blessings!
~Joy Jolly~
"Susan, go and fetch some more tomatoes. We're almost out," came the yell from the kitchen. She hurriedly finished taking the man's order, then ran back to the kitchen, delivered the order, and grabbed her coat. She hurriedly fastwalked down the alley behind the restaurant. She arrived at the corner grocery store, and hurried inside.
"Edward, Marie's all out of tomatoes, and she wanted me to get some. Please just put it on the restaurant's tab, why don't you?" she said, quite out of breath.
"Anything for you, Susan."
She pretended she hadn't heard him. She'd had enough to cope with lately, and a beau would just increase her stress level. Besides that, he was short and fat, and at least 12 years her senior.
She got the tomatoes, and ran back down the alley to the restaurant. "Here you go, Marie," she said as she caught her breath. "Edward said he'd put it on the tab."
"Thank you, Susan, you're a lifesaver. Here; take this tray to table #4, and be quick about it. He's an american. You know how they hate being kept waiting."
"Yes, Marie, I know. I DID go to America once, you know."
the thought of that trip made her smile a sad smile, one of remorse over her vanity and selfishness that summer. No, you can't think about that. It'll only make it worse. she thought. No use thinking about what'll only make you more depressed.
She'd struggled with depression since the deaths of her parents and siblings, Peter, Edmund, and Lucy. She tried to shrug off thoughts of them, but every time she saw siblings together, laughing or arguing, she thought of them. Every time she saw a subway fight, she remembered Peter saying, "I had it sorted." Every time she saw a father with his daughter, she missed her father. Every time she saw anyone, somehow it made her think of her family, and it only deepened her depression.
"SUSAN!" shouted Marie.
She snapped out of it, and realized she'd just poured hot tea all over the american man's lap.
"Oh, oh oh, I'm so sorry! I-"
"It's perfectly all right," he said. He had a twinkle of mirth in his eye, and for a moment-just a moment, she thought she recognized him. No, it can't be.
"I'll get you another glass. I'm so terribly sorry!"
"It was just an accident. No harm done, Su."
And with that, he threw a large sum of money on the table, and walked out.
She needed a moment, but would not get it.. "Susan, I need you to run get some spaghetti noodles. We're fresh out." she sighed. She'd just have to wait.
She ran out the back, hoping that Edward had already left for the evening and Will would be the only one there. She started as she heard some rambunctious men down the side alley. "I wonder who that could be!" exclaimed one of them. She knew she was in trouble. She looked around nervously, then decided to run. "Aww now, don't run off! We're just lookin' for a little fun!" the same man, now running after her drunkenly said.
She ran faster.
So did he.
She held on to her last hope, her last prayer to save her. "ASLAN!" She screamed. She heard a deafening roar, then she blacked out.
Please please PLEASE tell me what you think! Should I continue it? I probably will whether or not y'all say yes, so just tell me what you think. Criticism is good, 'cause it helps me to learn what to do better in the future. love all y'all!
Love in Christ,
~Joy Jolly~