Kassie Henry
Stories (3/0)
Delivering Flowers
I check my watch again. It's 4 o'clock. The bus is late. My arms are beginning to grow heavy with the weight of my umbrella and the bouquet of sunflowers. Sunflowers used to be his favorite. I begin to tap my foot with anticipation. The click clack of my heel joining the sound of raindrops on cement. I check my watch again. It is now 4:01. If the bus doesn't get here soon then I won't get back in time for dinner. It's the same thing every month. Wake up, try not to sit and stare at the clock, get dressed, grab the flowers, ride the bus, deliver the flowers, try to say something, fail, ride the bus home, cry, and eat your dinner alone. I've done this on the first Saturday of every month for almost a year now. I squint towards the end of the street, thinking that if I look hard enough, the bus will magically appear. I roll my eyes and move my gaze to my feet. My sensible black heels speckled with glossy rain drops. Maybe this was a sign. A sign that I shouldn't visit him today. Everyone tells me I should move on. "He's not coming back," they say. Sometimes it's, "He would want you to move on with your life." My therapist agrees. She says that a part of the healing process is moving on, yet I still visit his lifeless body in his white-washed tomb on the first Saturday of every month. Now, my tears begin to join the raindrops on cement.
By Kassie Henry6 years ago in Humans
Sleepwalking Through Sundays
It's time for church. Your mother's voice travels up the stairs and wakes you from the fog of sleep. She wants to know if you'll eat breakfast at home. As you slip back into the fog, you begin to dream of the doughnuts waiting for you at church. The traditional glazed doughnuts, ones with chocolate frosting, and your personal favorite, chocolate cake doughnuts. You smile to yourself as you think of how good one of the sugary breakfast treats would be paired with a glass of milk. That's when your mom's voice disturbs you once more and you remember her warning. "You really should start eating healthier, you won't be 17 forever." You call down with the answer you know your mother wants to hear. You'll have whatever she's having.
By Kassie Henry6 years ago in Families
Why Does It Feel Like Winter?
You know how it feels on those harsh days during the peak of the winter season? The very instant you step outside all the warmth seems to slowly drain from your body. Every step you take it feels like something might break, but if you stop your body will become frozen in that moment forever. Tears caused by the cold sting your eyes, and some say it’s the work of a mischievous Jack Frost who’s “nipping at your nose.”
By Kassie Henry6 years ago in Humans