Hi my peeps! I hope you are enjoying your Wednesday. Earlier this year I shared that I am embarking upon the journey of writing my first book and sometimes I come across characters who do not necessarily fit the particular book I am writing, but I still like to give them the opportunity to be known. If you could be so gracious as to leave a comment, like or share about the following, I would most appreciate it. I am always looking to grow in my writing, so do not be afraid to tell me what you think.
Peace and Blessings!
One. Two. Three. She picks up the phone, clicks settings and scrolls down to the “blocked calls” finds his number and swipes left to call.
It is officially his birthday. She had waited for him to reach out to her and invite her to whatever he had going on, he was known for throwing a fabulous party. Plenty to eat and drink and the music was always on point. The phone buzzed in her ear as it rang.
She started to hang up on the fourth ring, but Clinton’s voice came over the receiver. Hello? Who is this?
Kerra did a quick look at the phone as she pulled it away from her ear to check that she had in fact called Clinton. She had. His voice was deeper and heavier than she expected
Clint, its Kerra. I wasn’t expecting to catch you asleep, its kinda early for you isn’t it? She knew she had taken a chance calling him after almost a year and a half of no contact. So many things had changed in that time period. She had thought at the time there was more out there for her….now she wasn’t so sure.
His intense and steady silence made small beads of sweat drip down the small of her back. All of a sudden she felt hot and nervous.
Clinton? She whispered into the phone.
I’m here. I’m just, just trying to get my barings together. I mean, I wasn’t expecting to hear…this is a surprise. He finished.
Listen, I won’t keep you long. I remembered today is your birthday and I , I wanted to be the first to wish you a special one. She sighed deeply, And I am not sure if you know, but Dorien and I..
I know about you and D. Kerra, it’s late and I have a lot to do later on for the party. If you’d like, I can send over and evite and maybe you and Carla can swing through later?
It was a start, she would take it. Yeah, I would like that. Maybe once everything calms down, we can talk?
Yeah, maybe we can. Clinton breathed easily back into the phone. It’s good to hear your voice Kerra. Is the email the same?
Yes, it is.
Cool. I will send it over shortly.
Kerra watched the screen fade to black as she placed her phone back on its charger before laying back against the cool satin pillows stacked strategically across the top of her bed. She focused her thoughts on the raindrops that clung to the large floor to ceiling windows of her condo, and then watched as the drops slid slowly downward.
She couldn’t help but wonder if she were like those raindrops. Clinging to things and people who could not hold on to her, allowing her to fall downward to her demise. She sighed deeply. But not Clinton, never Clinton. He had always been someone real she could go to, no matter what.
Even after she broke his heart and refused his proposal of them moving beyond just being friends; he was still there, he never wavered. Even after she told him she was not ready for a relationship, however; two weeks later had begun a serious romance with Dorien; he gave her his blessing.
Kerra didn’t know if she were coming back to Clinton because she needed him to validate her, or she needed him to love her. Either way, she knew she needed his essence again; the kind of essence that assured her she could step out and fly.
She just hoped that had not changed.