Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 4

Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

Jackey and The Stranger at The Bus Stop Pt 4

“My name is Kenneth,” said the stranger as he walked onto the blue and grey bus just as the driver opened the doors. Jackey looked both ways. Desmond’s car was nowhere in sight. So she decided to get on the bus before it took off. Jackey sat at the front of the bus. Kenneth sat across from her.

“What’s up with your ride?” he asked. “You are too pretty to be stood up.”

“You ask so many questions.” Jackey shook her head and laughed.

“Would I freak you out if I ask for your number?”

“Yes stranger.”

“Let me give you mine then. Trust me, I’m no freak, just a fool for letting my supervisor talk me into getting this shift.”

Jackey laughed.

“See I’m making you laugh.”

It had been a week after Jackey had been stood up. She would not talk to Desmond. Jackey ignored his calls and instead she would call Kenneth. Maybe it was because she and Desmond had become just as much as strangers as her and Kenneth was.

Maybe it was because Kenneth made her laugh or because he was different from Desmond, from his looks to personality. Kenneth worked a steady job at a shipping company and didn’t seem to have a problem with it except for sometimes working late at night to the early morning. He wasn’t a thug. He was more open and they would talk for hours on the phone. He had plans, not just goals. He had plans to save enough money to take criminal justice classes at a local college. But so he said.

Although Jackey liked Kenneth, she still thought about Desmond. A month went by and they hadn’t talked. Desmond had stopped calling after awhile. Jackey was busy with voice and dance practice, classes, and styling hair. She and Kenneth only went out once for pizza. They talked on the phone but not as often as they did after they first met, and sometimes Jackey would ride the bus with him.

One night after cleaning and locking up the salon, Jackey turned down rides from Sandra and Brian. She walked outside to the bus stop at 9:50. Kenneth was not there standing under the dim light. She glanced down the street. The streets were quiet. Pieces of paper were flying back and forth in the Chicago winds. The salon was closed, locked and dark. The store was open but there seemed to be no life near it except for Jackey and the clerk tucked away behind the counter inside the old store. Jackey turned back around facing the streets and flipped open her phone. It read 9:55.

Maybe he’s running late again, she thought.

She heard the old convenient store’s door creak and shut. She saw a shadow appear upon the ground next to her. She turned her head around to see a silhouette of a man in a black leather jacket.

She smiled.

“Kenneth.”

The stranger stepped forward.

To her dismay, Desmond stepped from out of the dim light with both hands in his pants pockets just looking. His head was cocked to the side. His eyebrows raised and his eyes were sharp and penetrating.

“Is that his name?” asked Desmond. He reached into his coat. Startled by Desmond, Jackey looked worried. Desmond was quiet. Jackey took a step backward. Desmond pulled out his cell phone that was vibrating. He looked up at Jackey’s face and scrunched up his eyebrows. “You thought I was gone hurt chu. I just wanted to talk to you. You weren’t answering my calls. I heard you were talking to this other guy. I even saw you out with him at the pizza place.”

Bright lights slowly covered Desmond and Jackey as the bus came rolling and rocking down the street. “Hold that bus,” shouted a man running down the street towards Jackey, Desmond and the bus. It was Kenneth and he noticed Jackey. She stood in shock as he approached her and Desmond.

The bus stopped right in front of them. Kenneth made it to the bus. He stopped alongside Jackey but she said nothing. She was embarrassed for some reason. Desmond watched both with his head still cocked to the side, his cell phone in his hand. He and Kenneth wore the same black leather jacket. Kenneth walked onto the bus, paid his fare, and took a window seat in the rear of the bus. His eyes locked into Desmond’s eyes as the bus took off. Jackey turned and watched the bus go down the street.

She was going to tell Kenneth that she wanted him and her to just be friends.

“Why didn’t you get on the bus with him?” asked Desmond.

“I didn’t want to. Tonight I was gone tell him we should just be friends anyway.”

“And us?” asked Desmond.

“Are you ready to talk? asked Jackey.

“You’re the one who been ignoring my phone calls. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“Can I take you home then?” Jackey looked him up and down. He smiled that same smile that softened his rough features. “Yeah,” she said almost in a whisper. How come you didn’t pick me up that night?” she asked curiously.

“Honestly,” he said. I went into the house round ten to grab my hat and some music I had been working on. I wanted you to hear it. Someone broke into my apartment. They took everything even my music equipment. I was so damn mad that me and Chris were driving round trying to find my stuff and who took it. Then we got pulled over by the po pos who were looking for who robbed the currency exchange. I told them I’m looking for the people who took my stuff. And if it was those same ones, they better find them first.”

“Man, I’m sorry Dez,” said Jackey.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said about my brother and those promises I made.” Desmond said as if those very promises had just rushed back to his mind. She put her left arm around his back and her hand on his chest. He put his arm around her waist and his hand on her hip. She leaned in closer. She knew she had to apologize to Kenneth, but right now she wanted to make things right with Desmond.

Hope you have enjoyed Jackey and The Stranger at The Bus Stop

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Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 3

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Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

Jackey And The Stranger At The Bus Stop Pt. 3

It was a week after Jackey and Desmond’s argument. On a particular night, Sandra, Brian and Jackey cleaned and locked up the shop. Brian and Sandra walked to their cars ten feet from the bus stop. “You sure you don’t need a ride,” asked Brian.

“Desmond is on his way. I’ll see you Tuesday.” Jackey watched the two get in their cars and she went and stood next to the white and blue bus sign. Jackey and Desmond had not broken up, and in fact they had had arguments before but never anything major. Yet, Desmond did not apologize to Jackey and he promised he would pick her up from work like he always did.

And as always, Desmond took his time like he did down their high school hallways. Jackey was leaning on the sign’s pole. She flipped open her cell phone. It was 10:50. The only lights came from the street lights and the dimly lit old convenient store. She let out a deep breath and sighed. She was going to go back into the shop. She had the key and was starting to feel the chills after waiting in the cold.

“What time does this bus come,” asked a startling voice from behind her. Jackey quickly turned around. Her medium long black hair with plum colored streaks flapped against her face. She hadn’t noticed the stranger standing against the old convenient store next to the salon.

The store was so old that the signs were missing letters and the door had chipped paint. The light over the door and inside the store was so dim that if it wasn’t for the street lights, there wouldn’t be enough light to guide customers into the old store.

The stranger stood in the shadows under the dim light waiting for an answer.

“I think it came at 10:30,” said Jackey.

“I’m already running late,” the man said. He bent his leg and put his feet up on the store’s brick wall. He flapped his hand against the bent leg’s thigh.

Jackey squinted but couldn’t see the man’s features clearly.

“Why didn’t you get a ride with your friends?” the stranger asked.

“I’m waiting for my own ride,” said Jackey. “By the way, do I know you?” she asked defensively.

“Late huh?” he asked ignoring her defensive attitude. You know it’s not good for you to be out here by yourself at night.”

“I know and why you bothered by it anyway,” Jackey said rolling her eyes. She didn’t mean to be hostile but the stranger was right. She didn’t need to be out here at night talking to God knows who and waiting for Desmond.

“Just concerned,” said the stranger.

As the bus finally neared, the stranger who was wearing a brown work uniform and black leather jacket stepped forward out of the dim light. He was a clean cut guy and wore a haircut that looked as if it was freshly cut. His eyes were dark brown and shiny. His eyebrows and cheekbones rose up when he smiled. His mouth formed a crooked but pleasant smile. Jackey was taken by surprise and she smiled back.

To Be Continued….

Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash From The Past 2

Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

     Jackey and the Stranger at the Bus Stop

Pt 2

“It’s about out dreams,” Jackey said in a calmer tone.”  “And what about your music? You’re like Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde One minute you graduating as an A student and claiming you the next Tupac,” she said raising her voice. “Now you’re running the streets Mr. Street Hustler. You promised your brother you were going to stay out of the streets.

“What my brother got to do with this?” asked Desmond.

Jackey didn’t answer. She stood quietly and watched as Desmond grabbed his black leather jacket from off the table. He looked at Jackey and their eyes met each other.

This time he didn’t smile. His thick eyebrows hovered over his dark deep eyes. Deep lines formed and rested in the center of his forehead. Sadness filled his eyes.

Jackey had always assumed that those rough facial features were just a look he possessed while growing up in their vicious neighborhood. But, these rough-looking features accompanied her to senior prom and stayed after graduation.

In high school, Desmond made A’s and B’s quietly. He turned in his homework assignments but seldom participated in class. Desmond occasionally got in trouble for fighting other boys who tried to test him. They would assume that he was an easy conquest because he was quiet and usually kept to himself. They didn’t expect him to whoop them like his life depended on it.

Desmond was not only quiet, but observant. He would stand around just watching the boys play basketball or the girls gossiping before morning classes.

At Carver High School, Desmond walked through the halls at a slow steady pace. He always had his head phones over his ears with the music’s volume turned up loud. The day of their senior orientation, Jackey spotted Desmond walking back to his class with his head phones on. Jackey was curious about Desmond. She liked him. So she approached him and asked, “what you always listening to.” Not too long after this, they became the cutest couple in their senior class.”

The “cutest couple” both loved music. Jackey enjoyed dancing and singing. She danced with their high school pom pom team. Desmond wanted to be a rapper. He rapped, imitated beats with his mouth, and wrote tirelessly in the bedroom of his brother’s apartment. He kept much of what he wrote and rapped to himself, also to Jackey as well as his brother.

Desmond’s older and only brother, Dawayne, encouraged Jackey and Desmond both to pursue their dreams. It was Dawayne who bought a keyboard, computer, and microphone for his little brother. “Y’all sound good. You guys can be a rapping and singing duo,” Dawayne would say while bobbing his head to the songs they created.

Desmond lived with Dawayne during his last two years of high school. Desmond left their mother’s home because of the man she had married. He was controlling and abusive to Desmond and his mother. Dawayne was twenty-five at the time, a high school dropout, and had spent a few years in jail for robbery. He was making progress when he took Desmond in. Dawayne was repairing cars by day and working on his GED by night.

Desmond respected Dawayne. He was the only one, besides Jackey, who supported him. He had encouraged Desmond through school so Desmond was devastated when he found out his brother had died in a car crash. It happened a month after Desmond and Jackey collected their diplomas. Desmond just sat quietly on his bed looking out the window after his mother had called him and gave him the news. That was four years ago.

Desmond had planned to go to college but worked a part-time restaurant job to keep the apartment. He dropped the job for his current ways of making money–selling drugs and with some success.

Jackey applied and got accepted to Illinois Institute of Art (IIA) to study voice and dance, IIA was her dream college. Although Jackey was majoring in music, she worked as a hairstylist at the salon of her best friend’s aunt.

Most days she would leave the shop at 10:30 and on those nights she would walk outside to the bus stop to wait for Desmond to give her a ride. Sandra, another hairstylist, and Brian, one of the barbers stayed late too and helped Jackey clean and lock up.

To Be Continued…

Tannika’s Free Writing & Flash Fiction: Flash from Past

Welcome to my new series where I will be free writing and writing flash fiction to have fun, to regain my discipline as a frequent writer, and to stretch and strengthen my writing skills.

This is an old story I originally wrote during college, years ago, for my creative writing class. It is a fictitious, urban story that came from I don’t remember, but it was fun to write. Editing and few changes were made prior to publishing here.

     Jackey and the Stranger at the Bus Stop

Pt 1

Jackey walked up behind the young man sitting at the glass kitchen table. Her long and thin brown legs stretched from the blue jean skirt she wore with a black shirt. The shirt read STAR in rhinestones.

She was quiet and not that that was her nature. But Jackey had a lot on her mind. He had the nerve to ask me to braid his hair, she thought. Still, Jackey neatly parted his hair one row at a time.

Although Desmond had become more of a stranger these days, he was still the love of her life. He was her best friend since high school and they always had each other’s backs. Jackey separated the row of thick, soft hair into three group strands. She overlapped the grouped strands forming Desmond’s first cornrow.

“Ah want that same style as Snoop,” Desmond said in a deep voice that carried its own bass.

“And I want that money that Snoop’s hairstylist makes,” said Jackey. But since I ain’t Snoop’s hairstylist and you ain’t any big time rapper Dez, we just gone have to work with what we got. I don’t have time to do any special styles anyway,” Jackey went on saying. “I have to leave for class in thirty minutes.”

Desmond let out a sigh and playfully jerked his head away from her hands. “Stoppp,” cried Jackey with an attitude. Although Desmond was playing, Jackey was agitated. He didn’t apologize for not making it to her dance contest the night before. All he said was, “something came up and I had to meet up with my peoples, Sean and Chris.”

“I ain’t gone braid your hair again,” said Jackey reaching for the hair that slipped out of her hands. Desmond bent his head back. His brown eyes met hers and he smiled a smile that softened his rough features. Jackey shook her head at the face that bore a long scar from his cheek to his chin. It was the scar that came a year ago from a guy who slashed his face with a box cutter. He was attempting to steal small bags of white, powdery substance from Desmond.

Jackey continued braiding Desmond’s hair. Out of the blue, an old song by Tupac began to play. Desmond flipped open his cell phone and interrupted “me against the world.” Jackey got quiet and continued braiding. “Man it’s in,” said Chris, the voice on the other end.

Desmond was quiet.

“When you coming. You know deez other fools can’t count,” Chris said as if he was speaking through a Walkie Talkie.

“Man you’re crazy,” Desmond said with a slight chuckle. “I’ll be there in an hour.”

Desmond hung up.

“You’re still selling drugs Dez?” asked Jackey who had been listening to the short conversation above his head. She let go of the cornrow she was braiding and looked down at his face. She expected him to look back up at her again to see her face of disapproval.

“You’re selling drugs and hanging with those dumb fools.”

“Man, I ain ‘t got time for this,” Desmond said getting up from the black cushioned chair he was sitting in.

“And why didn’t you come to my dance contest at my school? I don’t even see you unless you want your hair braided or you want some,” Jackey said angrily in one breath.

“It ain’t like you spending time with me,” said a composed Desmond. It’s all about you and your “I got dance practice. I got classes. I have to go to the shop. My friends and I going out,” Desmond said mimicking Jackey.

To be continued…