I needed a break from the laughter so I went outside to the house porch. I needed to be alone and think about the decision I made to accept my path - that led me to the rural south of Atlanta Georgia. My nana was still in the den enjoying her visit with the house the guests of Josie. I wasn’t interested in staying in with all the joy. I needed to be alone under the stars and think of where my life will take me. I wanted to reach for those bright stars to lead me to my dreams - somehow, someway, I wished upon them so my dreams could come true.
The wind blew swiftly across my shoulders and stroke me gently as being embraced. My creamy ivory dress flew like the wind as I thought of my father. It reminded me of his soft touch and how he loved to hug his children. I missed my family. I closed my eyes, knowing that I could no longer bring up old longing memories that would not happen anytime soon.
My talk with my mother was to begin a new thought process. Accept my surroundings. Begin a new. And grow without the bondage of past dreams. But my heart was still beating a rhythm for me to give it that go ahead, to pursue my singing…and return back to Harlem.
“Ah whut a prettee thing lak you doin on a chilly night like this… all alone?”
A tall dark man said standing on the lawn with a brown bag in his right had. His eyes sparkled like the stars above and began to move like an old juke dance as he looked me up and down. Meanwhile, at Mahogany’s...
Jewels’s mother, Bertha, replaced the receiver to end the call with her daughter. She felt more calmer talking to Jewels that ended their previous feud. Bertha looked over to the angry man breathing hard for her to return back to their heated discussion. And now, Bertha’s memory of why she was clutching her towel came instantly back. She walked over to him as his eyes perciece hers intensely.
She stared right back at him with her breathing being calm as a summer sun easing over the ocean waves. Within an instant she raised her right hand and slapped him across the face. The force and her wedding ring caused a thin and long laceration that began to bleed instantly. He quickly touched his cut face to stop the pounding pain of dismay.
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Feb 6, 2002 4:07 PM
In response to message posted by karenp43:
Hi Karenp43,
Thanks for finally stopping by! LOL. I am pleased you enjoyed thi ...
-- posted by Nichel
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Feb 6, 2002 4:05 PM
In response to message posted by BAngieB:
Hi BAngieB,
Glad that you enjoyed this part as well as #4. ...
-- posted by Nichel
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Feb 6, 2002 6:23 AM
Hi Nichel, I know it has taken forever for me to post a response. Please forgive me. Your stories are really great and I totally enjoy reading them and look forward to each new episode. Keep up th ...
-- posted by karenp43
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Feb 5, 2002 5:33 PM
Both stories were great. Keep up the good work. They both have me wanting more.
-- posted by BAngieB
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Dec 30, 2001 3:41 PM
In response to message posted by Renie_Burghardt:
Hi Renie!
Thank you for stopping by again to read Mahogany 5...I am s ...
-- posted by Nichel
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