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February 16, 2019

April Gale 5: April Gale Smiles

This week's Words for Wednesday prompts are: 1. shutdown, 2. wreck, 3. hairclipm 4. marked, 5. old school, 6. brewery and/or: 1. release, 2. hell-no!, 3. cherries, 4. insignificant, 5. coffee, 6. almost







April Gale 5: April Gale Smiles

The rain outside has stopped which is no comfort to April but at least there's no one from home that can see her like this.

Grandfather Tyler snaps his fingers and the three white umbrellas starts to move as they all get up from the table and head toward the door. April follows the two but then pauses. The rain seems only to follow her. Grandfather Tyler and Aunt Josephine has no need for umbrellas. "Wait!" April shouts.

Grandfather Tyler and Aunt Josephine stops and turns around to face her. April looks up.

They both lift their heads and look up and then down at April. Grandfather Tyler snaps his fingers and the umbrellas disappears leaving only one hovering above April. "Don't worry, it will stop eventually," Grandfather Tyler says grinning and then turns to continue his way toward the parlor. Aunt Josephine merely gives her a glance but there is a hint of a smile on her lips which makes April the more eager to get out of Aunt Josephine's body.

A slight sigh makes April look down. There Frederick, the boy from before, is mopping up the puddles with a white rag and carrying a bucket. He peers up at her with eyes wide and yet, as April looks upon him a bit longer, his face seems to shift into a more of an oval shape, his eyes squeezes into a smaller size, his nose shrinks and elongates and a tangled of blonde curls appears on his head but in a few seconds, it all disappears. He is the long arms, short legs, hairless, wide-eyed boy again. He lowers his head and moves around her and then back toward where she has come from all the while mopping at the floor and dragging his bucket.

April turns back and follows the other two down the wide hallway. Her head aches. She looks up and finds the umbrella's interior has painted gold stars on them. It makes her smile.

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The yellow cake is banana vanilla flavor which is April's favorite. How Mrs. Summers knows this April isn't sure. Mrs. Summers has smiled at April when she handed her the slice of cake. With the white umbrella hovering above her, sitting in an armchair that Frederick has brought in and placed appropriately far from the couch where Grandfather Tyler and Aunt Josephine are sitting, April leans back and takes a bite of her cake. It tastes just like the cakes her father made for her birthday every year. She sighs. He won't be around this year. She watches as Howl the cat seemingly annoyed by the crowd in the room, jumps off the window sill and disappears out of the room. Mrs. Summers begins to serve coffee but April lets her cup sit on the small table beside her which Frederick has also brought in. She doesn't care much for coffee. It had been her father that drinks it.

"Now, where has Emma gone to?" Grandfather Tyler says looking around the room. Grandmother Emma seems to have disappeared. April has not noticed her leaving but then how does a ghost leave the room except to disappear?

April sighs again but then she straightens up as Aunt Josephine glares at her. She have often scolded April for slouching. April takes another bite of the cake. There is a slight pressure at the base of her neck. She reaches around with her hand and pulls out a black hairpin and drops it into one of her dress pocket. Her head feels a little less tight. Aunt Josephine must have used a dozen hairpins on her hair. April reaches out again to take another one out but then stops when she spots Aunt Josephine giving her a look that if April interprets it correctly could mean 'Hell – no!' April returns to eating cake while admiring the red carpet that is getting soaked.

April starts to think there is more to Aunt Josephine. She wishes Aunt Josephine would try to enjoy herself while in April's body. Even if she doesn't want to relive her youth, she should enjoy being young again. April imagines Aunt Josephine must have enjoyed something other then sitting prim and proper in her seat. Perhaps jumping rope or climbing trees or riding horses. No. Those are April's favorite things. She curls and uncurls her hand – Aunt Josephine's hand. They aren't weak nor too strong. They are long and thin with the nails trimmed close to the edge with smooth backs. Perhaps she used to do cartwheels with them.

Then before April's eyes, Aunt Josephine puts her cup down and moves to a spot away from the tables and drops to the floor. She plants her hands on the floor, legs up in the air and turns sideways. Once, twice and then a third time in perfect maneuvers. This makes April laugh out loud and that usually meant her eyes get squeezed shut and when she opens them, she realizes she has imagined it.

Aunt Josephine is sitting in their place quietly sipping coffee and chewing on cake. Grandfather Tyler has his eyebrows a little bent, eyes toward her. "April, are you alright?" Grandfather Tyler asks. She smiles at him and replies, "Yes, quite alright, Grandfather."

Grandfather Tyler relaxes his eyebrows. He leans back on the couch. "April, do you know Josey used to beat up the boys whenever they picked on your mother? She would come home all bruised but with a smile on her face. And Lizzie, your mother, would mirror Josey. She was so proud of her big sister. Those old school days." He sighs.

Aunt Josephine beating up boys? April could not believe it. Her lips curve into a smile and she couldn't help but wish she had known Aunt Josephine as a little girl. April looks down at her hands - Aunt Josephine's hands - these hands had beaten up boys. What else has these hands done?

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12 comments:

  1. What else have those hands done indeed. And I hope that Aunt Josephine DID turn cartwheels using April's body.

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    1. did she or didn't she? I'm not sure myself.

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  2. I wonder too, what else those hands have done. I'm wondering about Frederick and who he really is or was too. I hope we get a chance to find out.

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    1. ah frederick, yes, there will be more about him later.

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  3. Nice ending to keep us wondering...

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    1. I linked to you today! https://cmlk79.blogspot.com/2019/02/wonderful-gifts.html

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    2. the story is not finished but I hope to finish it one of these days.

      thanks for linking to me.

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  4. Oh the wonders. I like your story, I'm learning something with each instalment.

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    1. that's the beauty of telling stories in parts, it keeps reader wondering...

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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    1. um, thank you?

      thanks for visiting, have a lovely day.

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  6. My hands are cold. Slowly making it through the story.

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