As she walked around the curve in the road, she slowed, dragging her feet through the gravel and dust.

She could handle it, she thought, the note weighting down her backpack.   How would they react?

She knew if she could just explain first, they would understand why she had to do it.   She HAD to do it; they must realize that.

As she neared the house, she could smell the garlicy sauce, she would make the spaghetti to go with the sauce, she and Grama did their best talking in the kitchen, it was going to be OK after all.

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5 thoughts on “I must explain

  1. Neil MacDonald

    Nicely mysterious and full of dread and hope

  2. Susan A Eames

    How intriguing. I wonder what it was that she HAD to do? Nicely atmospheric story.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  3. Dale

    Wonderful and original. And you leave us wanting to know more. We want to be in that kitchen when the Tak comes.

  4. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

    Dear Tara,

    You left me with the scent of spaghetti sauce and a hunger to know more. Well served.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  5. Linda Kreger

    Curiosity, garlicky sauce, and hope/dread. Wonderful recipe for a great story 🙂

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