Short Stories and Poems

The Dream...

Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world where everything was as she wanted. There was peace and contentment here. There was the taste and smell of rose water from a river covered with pink rose petals. She turned to the right and saw a staircase fashioned on the side of the mountain with more pink rose petals covering each step.
The steps lead up the mountain and disappeared into the fog of the sky. She stood there in awe until warm, strong, yet gentle hands wrapped themselves around her waist. One hand gently pulled her thick, spiraled curls back across her shoulder and caressed her chin. She rested her face against the hand and leaned back into the familiar love.
She turned around and saw Delilah's beautiful pale face and ethereal blue eyes that smiled at her. Her heart rate increased and tears ran down her face. Delilah called her name, but she sounded like Charlie. She was awakened to her husbands hand yanking her underwear and was emptied once again.

We Thought...

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and leave in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. Our first choice was to travel to all of the places we couldn't. We wanted to go to the Bahamas for our honeymoon, but we couldn't afford it. We were young newlyweds starting out with no money of our own. We had jobs, but we barely made the rent. You see, being two beautiful women who chose to devote ourselves to one another was scorned and frowned upon in Wescovania. Wescovania was a small town in North Dakota. It was so small it was unheard of. No where to be found on the map. Anyways I truly believe that a small town can create a small mind. Dieandra and I didn't plan to fall in love, but we did. We courageously and foolishly declared our love to one another in front of a willow tree. The only living thing that would marry us. The willow tree howled in agreement as we kissed one another. We had lived in poverty for so long that we thought the black ink mixed with mud was oil coming out of our toilet.