Monday, January 26, 2009

Jazzin' UP January----How Would You End It?

I can't believe the month of January is almost over!! And with that is the end of our Jazzin' Up January contest. Our three weeks of writing about Katie-Sue Ann McCall have come to a close and now it's time to finish up her story.

Congratulations to anonymous. Her paragraph was drawn to continue Katie Sue-Ann McCall's story. This is the last week of our contest. Next week I'll post the story in it's entirety along with the winner of the bling and gift card.

Here's what we have so far.

Really, it had taken so much nerve to drive to this house, Katie Sue-Ann McCall didn't know if she had any more gumption in her to actually get out of her old comfortable Mustang. The house seemed okay, she thought, as she studied the red brick front. It wasn't frightening in any way. Just huge. There were four half-circle shaped steps that led to a massive set of black doors. The handles were big, brassy and curvy. So were the knockers. One one each door. A loud bong sounded in her head as she imagined them actully being used.
She knew one thing. She wasn't going to use them.
Not when there was a perfectly good doorbell to the left.
She placed her shaking left hand on the handle in her car. Her right hand had yet to take the keys out of the ignition. She took a deep breath while she tried to rationalize. She had a choice. Yes, she did. No one forced Katie Sue-Ann McCall do anything. With her left hand still shaking against the car and her right hand hovered over her keys, she shut her eyes, said a prayer and made her choice.
What was she so afraid of? She hadn't felt this rush of fear in years. What was it that hindered her, yet thrusted her forward at the same time? As the big, black doors came closer, her heart raced faster and faster. She nervously wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans as she approaced the steps. She shakingly grabbed the brassy door knockers. Two loud knocks..boom, boom! The door swung open with a woosh and a creak. "It's nice to see you finally made it Katie Sue-Ann McCall. Please come in, we've been waiting for you."
Recognizing the curt tone it was instantly apparent this was the woman she spoke with on the phone. Katie nervously shifted her weight forward to enter as an emaciated old hand rose to point toward a room off the foyer. “He has been waiting for you a long time.” The woman’s judgmental eyes and harsh words penetrated straight down to her soul. Didn’t this woman realize how excruciating the decision was all those years ago? Barely able to support her own weight she preceded forward into the room where she would meet her son.

This woman, her ex Mother-in law......... she seemed as miserable with herself as she did all of those years ago, rude without a doubt, the lines in her face as I remembered. But it was my son, my "Bradley", the only thing that gave me reason to live. If I only had the means that they did, to raise him, take care of his needs. If only her son, my husband, were still alive.........he would be on my side, he always had been. I have decided, right now, that this will all change.

So don't let this week pass you by without concluding Katie-Sue Ann McCall's story. How would you end it?

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