At the weekends I will be sharing some of the stories from my collections and also new stories that have not been published before… I hope you will enjoy.
Vanessa – In a Dilemma
Vanessa cradled the cooling mug of tea between her hands and debated getting up and putting the central heating on early. It was just after six o’clock, and having had a sleepless night, she was feeling colder than this spring morning warranted.
She was waiting for the national bulletin to finish and the local report to come on. The images from the top news story last night were still playing in her mind; as they had done as she tried to fall asleep in the early hours. She usually lay awake waiting for her son Jack to get home, but even when she heard him open the front door and creep up the stairs, she had failed to find comfort in his safe return.
The local news report began and she turned up the volume on the remote just a fraction, as she didn’t want to wake Jack yet. The announcer repeated the basic facts about the assault and murder of a fifteen year old girl; now named as Tracy Martin two nights ago. A photograph of a young beautiful girl with long blonde hair, smiling happily into the camera, flashed up on screen.
They also replayed the CCTV footage from last night of the victim in the company of a group of young people, walking through the precinct two hours before her body had been found.
This was followed by additional footage they had just received; captured an hour afterwards, showing Tracy walking arm in arm with a young male. The couple had disappeared into an alley behind a restaurant. The camera had picked up the man leaving twenty minutes later but no sign of his companion. It was impossible to see his features as his grey hoodie was pulled up over his head, but as the cameras tracked his progress along the main street, it was clear that he had a slight limp as he favoured his left leg.
As a mother she could only imagine how this young girl’s devastated parents must be feeling this morning. Since Jack’s father died ten years ago she had felt the weight of being a single parent, and the responsibility of being both mother and father. He was an only child, and she had tried to make sure that he was not spoilt, and that he understood the value of the important things in life, such as hard work, kindness and responsibility.
She felt she had done a pretty good job, and the thought of losing him was unthinkable. She played back in her mind the events of the last year, and how she had felt Jack pulling away from her. At first she had accepted that it was normal for a young man to want to distance himself from his mum, and make a life for himself with friends. But now, as she contemplated the devastating loss that this young girl’s family were facing, she knew that she had to take action.
As the report finished, with a request from the police for any witnesses to come forward with information to a dedicated incident telephone number, Vanessa put down her now cold tea, heading into the hall and up the stairs.
She pushed open the door as quietly as possible to her son’s bedroom. She could hear his steady breathing as she crossed over to stand by his bedside. At nearly twenty he still retained his boyish face, and with his blonde hair across his forehead and long eyelashes, he looked young and vulnerable. The sweet natured boy she loved so much. She sat on the chair against the wall and watched her son as he slept; seemingly oblivious to the world and its potential evil.
How many nights had the parents of Tracy Martin sat and watched their daughter sleep in an attempt to keep her safe from that same evil? She wiped the tears from her cheeks as she imagined their sorrow and anger at what had happened to their child.
Slowly she stood and crossed to the laundry basket filled to the brim with her son’s washing. She picked up his discarded sweatshirt thrown casually on the top of the other clothes and held it close to her chest inhaling his familiar scent. She replaced it on top of the basket and carried it carefully through the door; pulling it closed behind her. Satisfied that she had not woken her son, Vanessa headed downstairs, placing the washing in the hall next to Jack’s sneakers, which he had kicked off before creeping upstairs.
It was now nearly seven, and it would not be long before the houses in the street would be filled with light, as families prepared breakfast before heading out to school and to jobs. She went into the kitchen and pulled the door shut behind her; reaching for her mobile phone on the counter. She dialled the number that she had written down an hour ago, and waited for an answer at the other end.
She clung to the phone desperately and tried to find the courage that she knew she would need for the outcome of this conversation. She had been gifted this night with her son, and that was something that Tracy’s parents had not been given.
She relived the moment when she had recognised her son in the grainy video they had broadcast last night, as he had walked at the edge of the group in the precinct. She had intended to ask him about it when he woke up this morning, and to break the news to him that one of his young friends was dead.
But that was before she saw the second video of Tracy and her companion this morning, entering the alley, and then the footage of the man leaving alone and limping along the street. A limp caused by a broken leg from falling out of a tree seven years ago. An indistinct figure of a man that only a mother would recognise.
In the dark Jack had clearly not realised that his grey hoodie had several strands of long blonde hair attached to it when he threw it in the laundry basket that night, nor that his sneakers by the front door, had what looked like drops of blood across the laces.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, she realised that a man was talking to her at the other end of the line.
‘Hello, is anyone there?’
‘Yes, I have some information about the attack on Tracy Martin two nights ago.’
©Sally Cronin 2015
My latest short story collection is Life is Like a Bowl of Cherries: Sometimes Bitter, Sometimes Sweet.
One of the recent reviews for the collection
Reading Life is Like a Bowl of Cherries, Sally Cronin’s new book, was time well spent, a breath of fresh air in a what has become a very stale world.
Each beautifully written story and the interwoven poems reminded me of what life is really like, far away from all the sadness and disappointments that 2020 has dumped on us all.
I loved all the stories, but I know that some of them will be remembered better than the others. These are the ones that struck a familiar chord with me personally.
Like The Wedding Day, with its wonderful message of hope.
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My favourite must be The Nanny, I needed tissues for this one!
I can thoroughly recommend this book as the perfect escape from life and all of its problems!
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Thanks for dropping in today and I hope you enjoyed the story.. .Sally.
Such a heartbreaking decision to make – but impossible for an honest person, even a mother, to live with the truth and do nothing. It’s as you say, Vanessa has put herself in the shoes of the other grieving parent and that empathy gives her the strength. Really powerful piece, Sally.
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The right thing to do is often the hardest, and also having got away with it once it opens the door to more in the future… hugsx
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So heartbreaking for a parent!
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It must be Jennie.. unimaginable…hugs
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Yes. Unimaginable. Hugs!
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Geez, Sally, that’s a gutwrenching piece. Poor Vanessa! Sometimes I’m glad I never became a mum!
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Unimaginable dilemma… not one I would wish to make…hugsx
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Heartwrenching decision for any parent. I don’t want to imagine Vanessa’s pain. Another winner Sal. ❤
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Thanks Debby.. not a decision I would want to make…♥
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Not! ❤
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♥
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That would be a heartbreaking call to make. Wow, such a powerful story, Sally.
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Very tough call… xxx
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Heartbreaking
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It must be Annette.. hugsx
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Great story. Thanks for sharing with us.
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Thanks Don..x
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You’re welcome.
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Oh, what a tension.Now its time for another time changig decision. Will she do? Thank you for this powerful story, Sally!
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Thank you Michael.. a very tough decision..xxhugsx
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Thank you, Sally! xx
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This is one of the most heart rending of your stories, Sally. Every time I read it, I leaves me reflecting all day. What would I do in the same situation? Thankfully, I don’t think either of my boys would ever harm a fly.
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A dilemma no parent should have to face… not something you have to worry about having read about your sons and your relationship with them…hugsx
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Such a tragic story, Sally – so deeply moving. Toni x
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I must be unbearable to be in that position…♥
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I remember this story well, Sally. I’m glad that Vanessa made the right choice, even though it involved her son. What tragic circumstances for all parties involved!
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I agree Pete, agonizing…xx
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Oh, I remember this one. Such a heartrending decision for a parent, but I admired Vanessa’s courage to do the right thing.
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Thanks Liz, I would like to think I would do the same, but it must be devastating..xx
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Wow, what a powerful story, Sally. What a parent would do in that situation is an unbelievable decision.
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Not something any parent wants to face.. thanks Carla and have a good weekend.. x
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