It’s been a while since I posted a story, but I’ve still been writing. I decided to post Grandmother because it might be the last short I post for a while because I’m hitting the editing of my third book pretty hard. Anyway, this storyย was inspired from a prompt by one of my buddies, Adrianna Joleigh, who seems to enjoy pricking at my darker side, lol The prompt started as an exercise on telling a story from multiple POVs (I, you, he), which I interpreted into this story. ย
Grandmother
Dyane Forde-October 2013

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Damned if the girl wasnโt looking out the window again.
โYou know he isnโt coming back,โ I said, coming up beside her. My bones ached with arthritis but this foolishness was just enough to get me hobbling across the room. Once there, I fiddled with the curtain sashes until they loosened and the blue panels fell into place.
Linda pursed her lips. The beginning of a frown crinkled her pale brow. With her face scrubbed clean and devoid of make-up, she looked more like a child than the grown woman she was. Right then, she was preparing to argue, something I didnโt like. Conflict upset her so much. Then the headaches started. I hated to see my baby in pain.
โHe just might,โ Linda said, pulling her shawl tighter with one hand while opening the curtains a tad with the other. I marked the small act of defiance. This wasnโt going to end well. Without looking at me, she added, โDanny did promise, after all.โ
I scoffed and crossed my arms across the front of my starched blouse. โYouโre in denial, little girl. That man is never coming back.โ
She opened her mouth to protest but then closed it. I knew she was thinking it over, trying to understandโor rememberโthe meaning behind my words.
Linda turned to face me but kept her eyes downcast. โWhat do you mean? He saidโโ
โLinda, the man talked too much. That was his problem! Every word out of his mouth was a damned lie. Like that time he said heโd left town to find work and you found out he was shacking up with that other woman, you still believed in him.โ
Linda was defending him and it made me sick. It went against every fibre of my being, and she knew it; the fact she did it anyway make me sicker. And angrier.
Lindaโs heart-shaped faced flushed deep red and her brow shone with the sheen of perspiration. โYes, butโโ
I pushed harder. โWhat about his promise to be there when the twins came?โ
She looked up. Glared.
โOr when he promised to lay off the liquor? Or that heโd stop wailing on you and the kids every other day? Stupid little girl! When will you see the man for what he was?โ
I was on fire, inflamed because after everything Iโd done, she chose to believe in him rather than me.
Blood stained her lip from where sheโd bitten it through but she didnโt seem to notice. Suppressed rage lit her eyes and her fingers twitched, temped maybe to wrap themselves around my neck. Only Linda couldnโt lie, not to me. I knew her intimately. I sometimes knew what she was thinking or feeling before she did herself.
โWhyโd you have to go there? Itโs all in the past. I keep trying to forget it but you! You keep bringing it up! Dannyโs changed. He promised!โ She turning away to walk towards the bed.
โLinda! He hasnโt changed. Heโs dead.โ
She didnโt want to hear so I had to lay it out for her. I pitied her ignorance, and actually felt partially responsible for it. Perhaps, seeing she was so weak, Iโd sheltered her too much. But she was grown now, and much too determined to believe in fairy tales for my liking. She had to see things as they were; living in the dark was no way to live. ย ย ย ย ย ย ย Besides, if she fell down under the weight of the truth, Iโd be there to prop her up. I was her crutch and she knew that too.
โMy dove, Iโve been warning you your whole life that the world is full of monsters. People are nothing but predators. They gain your trust and when you least suspect, they turn around and cut your throat. Or they beat you and take your money and leave you and your children to starve through the winter. Or,โ I paused, only second-guessing my next words for the span of a breath, โthey steal whatโs most precious.โ
โNo, donโt.โ
โTell me Iโm lying! Tell me!โ
โStop it! Youโre being cruel!โ In a flash, she had swept her hands across the card table and sent the tea set flying. The pot and cups exploded into colourful pieces when they hit the floor.
โIโm protecting you from yourself! Thatโs why Danny had to go.โ
Shocked, she stood stock still. โGram, what do you mean?โ I watched while she turned her palms upwards to study them, and then as her brow creased with concentration, or maybe confusion. Then she put a hand to her head and closed her eyes.
Again, moving my body painfully across the room, I joined her by the bed where I poured her a cup of cold water from the nightstand. Her hands shook so hard she had to cup them together to take it, and even then the water splashed over the edge.
โTell me the truth. What happened?โ she asked.
โI took care of it.โ
โYou? Butโฆmy hands! I remember washing them in the kitchen sink. There was a knife too and it wasโโ
Covered in red.
โNo,โ I said gently, taking her hands to steady them in my own. โNot yours. Mine. My hands were stained red.โ I folded her into a hug. The truth was too much; she was breaking and I had to hold her together. At first, she stayed rigid as a board within my withered embrace. Still, I kept at it, holding her and stroking her long, brown hair until she finally gave. She always did.
โI-I canโt understand thisโฆI feel a head ache coming on.โ
โThere, there. Why donโt you lie down?โ I turned her around by the shoulders and set her down on the edge of the bed.
โGram?โ she asked, โAre you sure? I mean, I could have sworn the last time I saw him he saidโโ
โThat was months ago,โ I snapped. โHeโs gone.โ
With a growl, she suddenly pushed me, sending me into the wall. Righting myself, I brushed my skirt back into place and reset the pins in my hair, every last one.
โWhy do you do that?โ she demanded. โYou always take away the things I love!โ
โBecause no one is good enough for you.โ I kept my tone calm but decisive, necessary to regain control of her.
โHe wasnโt all bad! What about when he brought me flowers, or a new dress?โ
โYou mean those guilt offerings?โ
โI loved him!โ Linda screamed.
โBecause youโre a fool! All people do is to tear you down, especially the men. Or have you forgotten?โ
โNo,โ she whispered, her sudden flash of anger crumbling under the weight of my righteous stare. I had her now. She was ready to listen.
โThey come for their victims late at night when everyone else is asleep. Everyone except you because you know whatโs coming down the hall. A ghoul, no worse, a devil. He comes down the corridor, taking his time to avoid the creaky floorboards. And when he arrives, he steals. He kills, destroying everything that is you.โ
โStop it!โ
โYour father wasnโt the only one. Every one of them ripped you open and broke your heart. Thatโs why youโre sick! Thatโs why youโre broken! Itโs why you need me, why you called me in the first place!โ
Linda gripped her head, her fingers disappearing in her full head of hair. She fought the blinding migraine as hard as she fought my words. But for the love of God, she had to learn! To see I was her only hope!
โMy headโฆI canโt thinkโฆ.I need to rest…โ
โYou have to understand how the world works, Linda. Remember how we met! It was the first time you heard him in the hall. You remember, donโt you?โ
Linda started to cry. She reached for and gripped my hand in hers. โI do.โ
โWhen the door opened, cold with terror you looked over and saw me. And I took you to a far off place with sunflowers and tall grass. Where the sun shone and the air smelled of apples. We had a picnic.โ
โWith ham sandwiches and homemade lemonade. My favorites.โ
โEvery time he went to you, so did I.โ
The poor girl was all out blubbering now, great big sobs tearing through her tiny frame. Streams of water ran from her eyes and soaked her white gown.
โDanny needed to go, didnโt he?โ
โYes, dear, he did. I wasnโt going to let anyone hurt my sweet baby ever again.โ
โIโm sorry,โ Linda said. โI shouldnโt have yelled at you. Youโre the only one I can trust. I-I just get confused sometimes.โ
I pressed on her shoulders to get her to lie down, and then lifted her feet into the bed. I tucked the blanket in all around and lifted the guardrail. I flinched a little when it snapped into place. Linda stirred so I ran a hand over her face, smiling when the tension melted away. I even hummed a little tune. A lullaby. She always liked those.ย
Linda opened her eyes at the sound of keys jiggling at the door. It swung open and a man dressed in a crisp, white uniform entered. โIs everything alright in here? I thought I heard shouting.โ He looked down at the broken china littering the floor.
โEverything is just fine, Marcus. A little accident is all. Just get a broom and Iโll deal with it later,โ Linda said in my raspy voice. โLinda has everything she needs.โ
Marcus was used to this. He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. โDoes she now?โ
Linda pushed herself up to sit, her back and shoulders ramrod straight and her chin lifted. She pushed a stray hairpin back into place. Eying him with an air of distrust, she said, โYes.โ
โDr. Wiseman will be stopping by in an hour, Gram. Why donโt you tell her that for me?โ
โIโll do no such thing. The child is far too fragile for his probing questions and ridiculous judgements! The man is always digging into places heโs got no business going, never leaving well enough alone. How does he expect her to get better? No, you tell him Iโll be waiting for him today.โ
โBe nice if someone could talk to Linda for once,โ Marcus said under his breath as he ducked out of the room.
โGram, I need my pills.โ Then seeing she was sitting, Linda asked, โWhat am I doing up? Last I remember, I was lying down to sleep. Iโd even started to dream of sunflowers and apples.โ
โHush, hush, silly girl! Donโt worry your head about such things! You leave everything to me like you always do.โ
Linda settled back into the blankets. โThanks, Gram. I donโt know what Iโd do without you.โ
Soon she was breathing evenly, her face utterly relaxed. Thatโs how I liked to see my baby girl best.
The poor thing never stood a chance before I came along; life had her marked to be devoured. And just as Iโd thought, she still wasnโt strong enough to cope. But who really was? The world was a dark, evil place, unsafe for delicate souls like hers.
I sat down on the comfy armchair, ready to watch over Linda while she slept. I sighed and shook my head, pitying all the children, both young and old, who must suffer through life without the protection of a Grandmother like me.ย
ย Copyright@ 2013 by Dyane Forde
Wow. Just. . . wow. I felt like that was one crazy ride. Seriously. Wow. Great work.
Wow.
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Thanks Katie! Oh, that’s so great to hear. So glad you enjoyed it.
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Oooh! Very nice Dyane. Chilling.
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๐ Thx Vasthi. Something a little different lol
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Great writing yet again, Dyane.
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Thanks, Glen. This was a really fun story to write. ๐
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This is amazing! Glad I found you ๐
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Hi, Wendy! So nice to meet you. And I’m so glad you enjoyed the story.
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Excellent work, Dyane. You’re really hitting your stride.
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Thanks, Bill. Looks like I have a knack for writing about crazy people…? Lol
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*Bill zips his lip. ๐
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Lol Ye-ah…
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Good work Dyane kep me reading. It’s nice to have you back. Haven’t seen you around for awhile.
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Thx Yolanda. ๐ I’ve been working on my book, that’s why. ๐
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