International Writers Magazine: Dreamscapes
Fiction - From the archives 2008
I helped Betty
climb out of her bedroom window and into my dads pickup which
Id free-wheeled down the hill to her house. I parked it at the
station and we caught the train to nowhere in particular. Bettys
head rested on my shoulder most of the way. We didnt talk much
either, there didnt seem to be much to say really. The conductor
checked our tickets and said wed reach our destination in fifteen
We decided to
run away after Bettys parents found out she was pregnant.
They told her that she was to get rid of it and arranged for her
to go to the Cooper Valley Hospital later that week. She cried.
She cried a lot. Her parents thought that by locking her away in
her bedroom we wouldnt be able to see each other. They were
a little naïve about that.
When we got off I checked us into the nearest hotel to the station.
I think it was the only one still open at that time of the night. The
guy at the desk had a badge that said Dick. Betty laughed at that. I
told her to hush up, but she kept on laughing. Next to the lobby there
was a bar. People were still drinking and I thought that in three years
time theyd be able to serve me.
Dick gave us our key and took twenty bucks for the room. I found out
later that it was the cheapest room in the hotel because it was directly
over the bar and a juke box that played only country music. We never
asked for the cheapest room, but maybe we looked as if we wanted it.
Surprisingly there was a vase of white Oleander in the room. I say surprisingly
because there was little else. They looked pretty though and I pretended
that Id arranged to have them put there. Betty pretended to believe
me. She liked smelling them though and I watched her breathe in the
scent. It would have made a beautiful picture.
We didnt make love that night, just lay on the bed in each others
arms and listened to the Dixie Chicks singing over and over. We fell
asleep with the sweet aroma of Oleander and the sound of freight trains.
We had that one night.
In the morning the police arrived and took us away. I said we hadn't
done anything wrong, but Bettys parents wanted me locked up. The
policeman said they couldnt really do that. Betty's father shouts
a lot. I went home and cried. My parents didnt say much but they
were Episcopal, born and bred. Episcopals dont say much.
Bettys parents took her away someplace on the West coast and when
I saw her again things had changed. She didnt have our baby anymore.
I sent her over a bunch of Oleander when she came back but her father
drove over to our house and threw them on our porch. He told me never
to see her again.
I picked them up one by one. They didn't smell anymore.
© Alun Williams April 2008
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Shorts published in Cambrensis, Write Side Up, Secret Attic, Twisted
Tongue as well as Skive and Stick your Neck out.
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