Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character used in this story. All are
property of JD Salinger and used from his story, The Catcher in the Rye.
All I am doing is being a horrible person with the frank bastardization of
this book and it's characters, and their personalities.
Just a Catcher in the Rye story from the perspective of Jane. Memories and stuff like that from many years ago. I don't know what this is just had an Idea.
Changes
She stared at the red and black board from her porch swing as the snow began to fall. She had an old and worn coat of a next-door neighbor from a very long time ago wrapped around her shoulders. It was tattered at the cuffs and far too long for her but she had never had the heart to throw it away after he left. She had remembered sitting on this front porch God knows how many years ago. I was her parents' house but now she lived there. There were so many memories in this house. She remembered when her parents would fight with her and she would run next door. She remembered one time when her father came outside asking for a pack of cigarettes and she hadn't answered him. When he left, without meaning to, she had cried a single tear. They were nothing more than children then, she and Holden. He had kissed her tears away; kissed her neck and eyes and nose and anywhere that wasn't her mouth. And she hadn't wanted him to stop.
"Where are the cigarettes?" her husband asked in his stern voice, breaking her blissful nostalgia. She didn't answer him. He had changed dramatically over the years. She only sat in silence staring at the game of checkers as if she were in deep contemplation over her next move. He asked again in a softer voice, "Jane, baby, where are the cigarettes?" Still no answer and he left muttering curses under his breath.
After he left, a single tear rolled down her cheek and onto one red square of the checkerboard. She smudged it with her index finger into the square before the tears started streaming down her face and she couldn't get them to stop.
"Mom, Mom what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, no reason sweetheart," she said drying her tears on the sleeve of her jacket. "Nothing at all. Just remembering some stuff like people and how they change and who they used to be." She trailed off and a look of utter sadness crosses her face before she said with a cheery smile, "Say, why don't we go to the movies, just the two of us."
"That sounds great," her son said as they started to put away they pieces. He picked up a black piece and asked, "Mom, why do you always keep your kings in the back row when we play checkers?"
"You know, you're the second person in all these years to ask me that," she said as she buttoned her jacket. "And the answer is, sometimes life just does those things."
Just a Catcher in the Rye story from the perspective of Jane. Memories and stuff like that from many years ago. I don't know what this is just had an Idea.
Changes
She stared at the red and black board from her porch swing as the snow began to fall. She had an old and worn coat of a next-door neighbor from a very long time ago wrapped around her shoulders. It was tattered at the cuffs and far too long for her but she had never had the heart to throw it away after he left. She had remembered sitting on this front porch God knows how many years ago. I was her parents' house but now she lived there. There were so many memories in this house. She remembered when her parents would fight with her and she would run next door. She remembered one time when her father came outside asking for a pack of cigarettes and she hadn't answered him. When he left, without meaning to, she had cried a single tear. They were nothing more than children then, she and Holden. He had kissed her tears away; kissed her neck and eyes and nose and anywhere that wasn't her mouth. And she hadn't wanted him to stop.
"Where are the cigarettes?" her husband asked in his stern voice, breaking her blissful nostalgia. She didn't answer him. He had changed dramatically over the years. She only sat in silence staring at the game of checkers as if she were in deep contemplation over her next move. He asked again in a softer voice, "Jane, baby, where are the cigarettes?" Still no answer and he left muttering curses under his breath.
After he left, a single tear rolled down her cheek and onto one red square of the checkerboard. She smudged it with her index finger into the square before the tears started streaming down her face and she couldn't get them to stop.
"Mom, Mom what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Oh, no reason sweetheart," she said drying her tears on the sleeve of her jacket. "Nothing at all. Just remembering some stuff like people and how they change and who they used to be." She trailed off and a look of utter sadness crosses her face before she said with a cheery smile, "Say, why don't we go to the movies, just the two of us."
"That sounds great," her son said as they started to put away they pieces. He picked up a black piece and asked, "Mom, why do you always keep your kings in the back row when we play checkers?"
"You know, you're the second person in all these years to ask me that," she said as she buttoned her jacket. "And the answer is, sometimes life just does those things."