Part VI: Lemuel

Lemuel’s eyes are fixed on the broken sky. His big sister Cassie is planning to sneak out again tonight. This will be the fifth night in a row. Lemuel is not a snitch, but he’s been itching to get Cassie into trouble since she ratted him out for eating the last thin crust pizza, their Mom’s favorite. This behavior is not what he expects from Cassie, she’s never jumped ship on a “babysitting” gig before. Although Lemuel was thirteen and could practically fend for himself, he was blind. Their parents depended on Cassie to make sure Lemuel’s well-being was positively maintained.
“I’ll be back. I put some leftover barbecue chicken in the oven for you. The timer is set for thirty minutes. I’ve heated up the mashed potatoes and the spinach only needs two minutes in the microwave. Don’t forget to take the aluminum cover off this time, Lemuel. For God’s sake, just don’t.”
Lemuel nodded in his sister’s direction and did not utter a word. The timer dinged, signifying the sweet morsels of honey-glazed barbecue chicken and Lemuel skirted his way into the kitchen. In the dark, dank, confines of the tiny space, he could hear soft whispers,
“Tattletales go to Hell.”
Lemuel ignored the whispers, surely he needed rest. He devoured his dinner, remembering to remove the aluminum cover on the spinach. Before he could swallow the last bite, he heard the chant once more. This time, it filled the walls and filled the cracks in the floor. Lemuel’s parents came barging in the door, one after the other. Lemuel couldn’t wait to let them know about Cassie leaving every night this week when she was supposed to be overseeing his care.
The voices grew louder and louder. Lemuel’s parents gazed at the boy, finally believing his days were numbered. “Cassie isn’t here. I don’t know where she is. And, she’s been leaving every night this week.” He felt a sense of pride revealing his sister’s secret.
“Tattletales go to Hell.”
Lemuel pointed to nowhere in particular as the voices grew louder and louder. He smiled in his parents’ direction and bit down lightly on his tongue before opening his mouth.
“Cassie, she’s been…”
Thunder roared, the floor in their kitchen shook, and hands erupted from beneath Lemuel and his legs were the first to disappear. The souls pulled Lemuel under while his parents watched him sink in a fiery heap.
At that very moment, Cassie walked in. The only thing she could think to say was,
I had a good chuckle at this. Nice one!
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You laughed?! Oh goodness. Lol.
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Shocking ending, Tre.
Nice that you’re writing stories š xo
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Thank you, Faith. You really cannot get over that I do fiction too? Lol.
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Iām so used to your poetry. To me you are a Poet first of all, lol.
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Haha. I simply call myself a Writer. But, I DO LOVE poetry. Haha. š
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I am enjoying the stories you write š
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Haha. Thank you. I wish you would have seen some of the others before I deleted the blogs. I really appreciate your kind words, Faith.
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Me too. It’s nice reading the horror genre stories from you.
Tre, I read once that no writing is ever wasted. So maybe that means even if you ‘lost’ what you’ve written, it is still inside you, not lost…but ready to emerge anew.
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I believe that too, Faith. Thank you. š
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Poor Lemuel! He didn’t deserve that.
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Awesome read trE! Really enjoyed that one!!
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Thank you, Deb! š
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