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Tabitha and George
A short story
Tabitha walked slowly up the sidewalk toward her door. Her head hung as if it weighed 500 pounds. With each movement, the ache in her body increased exponentially. Her steps were hesitant on the stairs of the front porch. Each step was filled with pain and drained every bit of life out of her. She barely made it in the door, before she fell into a deep slumber on the couch. She had worked seven days straight, ten hours a day.
As she slept, her mind began reminding her of why she worked so hard. It played movies of her future marriage; the wedding day, the honeymoon, their children, sunning together on the porch in old age. Tabitha slept while her brain created the dreams of a girl in love.
She stirred when the first light of dawn struck her face. As she stretched, she yawned and looked around. The house was unusually quiet. Not even a mouse was stirring. She ran up the stairs and looked in each room. Where was George, her love? Had he left early? He had been out of work, and was living with her. Maybe he had found a job. Yes, that was it. He had found work. Since he loved her, he had not wakened her from her sleep. He had just gone to work at the new job.
Today was Tabitha’s day off, and she had big plans. She was going to make a payment on her wedding dress. $500 had already been paid, and she had earned another $100 to put toward it. Also, there were many plans to make. The wedding was only a few months away, and there was plenty to do. She hummed “Here Comes the Bride” while preparing for the day. Her joy was greater than the pain she had felt the night before.
“Hey Tabby, you home?” Estelle’s voice carried from the front porch. Tabitha ran to the door to greet her longtime friend. They said their hellos and settled comfortably in the sun on the porch.
“Tabby, I have got to talk to you.” Estelle said, anxiously.
“What’s wrong” Tabitha asked worriedly.
“Mike saw George and Ginger sneaking out of your house last night. He followed them over to Ginger’s house, and he said that George was still there.” Estelle stood up, and motioned for Tabitha to join her. “Come on; let’s go see what’s up.”
Tabitha hesitated for only a moment. Her determination to prove Estelle wrong set her feet moving. She ran with all her might to Ginger’s home. Upon her arrival, she glanced in the open window. What she saw will always be burned in her mind. Tabitha saw George and Ginger, in the living room, rubbing on each other like two cats in heat.
Tabitha let out a howl; attracting George’s attention. As she ran off the porch and back to her home, George followed her. Estelle, always thinking ahead, caught the confrontation on camera. Watch the below video to discover what happened.
BE WARNED THERE IS SOME LANGUAGE IN THIS VIDEO. RATED PG13 TO R
My thanks to Kuantummekanki for posting the video to YouTube. Then to a Facebook friend who posted this video on Facebook. The video was my inspiration for the story. Thank you for reading. This is my first try at creating fiction for public viewing, so forgive me if it is a mess.