Maydays: Fiction – The Truth About Marrion.



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Thank you to K L Caley from new2writing for hosting the Mayday prompts. Today’s prompt is skeletons in the closet.

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Who is this woman beside Uncle Terrance in a wedding dress? Was he widowed before he married you?” Aunt Rosie gazed at Katie as if she had found something she shouldn’t have touched.

“Where did you find that Katie?” 

“Oh, it was out on the table by the front door. I saw Uncle Terrance in there today, taking out some boxes.” Katie said.

“Are you okay Aunt Rosie? You’ve gone pale. What’s with the picture?” 

Aunt Rosie shook her head.”I can’t. I just can’t,” she said, holding her throat.

“You seem out of breath. Maybe, relax a moment and I’ll make you some lemon tea. Do you want to tell me about this photo Auntie? I think you would feel better if you did.” Katie remarked. 

Aunt Rosie began to hyperventilate. It took a few minutes but Katie calmed her down. ” Nice deep breathes Auntie. That’s it, now here’s your lemon tea. It will soothe your nerves.”

Aunt Rosie sat silently and finished her tea. After about twenty minutes, she began to speak haltingly.

“Your Mom and I . . . we had a little sister, her name- her name was, Marrion. She was – was a younger sister. Only, twenty-seven when she passed on.” Tears ran down Aunt Rosie’s usually cheerful complexion.

“Your Uncle Terrance and Marrion loved each other, from -from the day they met in high school. Marrion was sixteen and Terrance had only graduated. He was working at his Dad’s construction company.” 

“Mom, never said anything about her having a baby sister,” Katie said stunned.

“Sharon and I, we don’t like to talk about Marrion. There’s a reason,” Aunt Rosie remarked.

“Terrance married Marrion when she was only seventeen. I had always had feelings for Terrance, but Marrion didn’t care. She said Terrance loved her and she was right.”

“For six-years, everything was fine. I managed to hide my feelings about Terrance and Marrion and Terrance were in their own world of love. Marrion became pregnant at twenty-three and had a girl she named Lisa.” Aunt Rosie admitted.

“What happened to this baby and was Marrion alright? I don’t have a cousin named Lisa?” Katie questioned.

“I know you don’t Katie, let me explain. It’s time – time you knew the truth . . . Marrion suffered from Post – Partum depression. She didn’t care about the baby and could barely get out of bed.” 

“For the last four-years of her life, Marrion was in an institution. She kept trying to kill herself. Marrion easily became immersed in self-loathing.” Aunt Rosie recalled.

“Sharon, Terrance, and I, we wanted the old Marrion back. No medication seemed to help her. ECT only made Marrion distant, it was if the real Marrion wasn’t there anymore.”

“Who raised Lisa?” Katie wondered aloud.

“Your Mom raised her dear. Terrance asked her if she would be Lisa’s guardian. He said he couldn’t handle taking care of Lisa while working and visiting Marrion.” Aunt Rosie’s voice began to quiver.

“One day Marrion wasn’t in her room or even in her ward. We found her hanging from a storage room ceiling.” Aunt Rosie sobbed.

Katie went to comfort her but Aunt Rosie held Katie back.” Lisa isn’t Lisa anymore. Your Mom raised Lisa from the time she was three-months-old.  Lisa’s your older sister Denise.”

“What?” Katie gasped, having to sit down herself. She was shocked.

“Your Mom asked Lisa after Marrion died,  if she would like to choose a different name for herself. Almost five-year-old Lisa chose the name Denise. It was the name she had given to her most treasured Barbie.” 

Aunt Rosie’s admission hurt Katie.”How did I not know Denise and I weren’t sisters, but cousins? We look so different in appearance. Her hair is auburn and my hair is blond. She has curves and I’m athletically built.” 

“Not to mention, Mom never told me who Denise’s Dad was, she said Denise had been the result of an old boyfriend she didn’t want anything to do with now.” Katie said aghast. 

“How did you get together with Uncle Terrance?” 

Rosie smiled: “Terrance was devastated when Marrion died and had loved her so much. But he needed comforting.We grew closer and got married.”

“It took a few years, but Uncle Terrance eventually loved me as much as he’d loved Marrion, but in a different way I think. Things came together and Sharon met your Dad and had you. We never spoke of Marrion to anyone but your Dad.” 

Aunt Rosie had stopped crying. She smiled and Katie could see she was happy again, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. 

Katie thought about her Aunt’s revelations: “That’s unbelievable Aunt Rosie, you guys have all been hiding this from me. I need to talk to my Mom.” 

“Oh, you can’t ever tell Sharon, dear.” 

“But why?” Katie said frustrated.

“I promised her, Uncle Terrance promised her, and so did your Dad. You were never to know the truth about Denise and the sad fate of Marrion. Sharon was close to Marrion because they were nearer in age. Marrion’s death is a wound your Mother carries and it never heals.”

Katie sighed. “I wish Grandma had told me about this before she died.” 

Aunt Rosie smiled softly. “She never knew the truth either, dear. We told her Marrion had a reaction to a new medication and died.” 

Katie shook her head sadly,” Talk about skeletons.”

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Writing 101 – Ann and David’s House (from A Letter to Ann)


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Ann left David’s beautiful 3 story 19th Century house as fast as she could.

She had always loved that house, loved how such history could be preserved and updated. She loved the wrap around porch where David and her had often sat on the outdoor couches and talked about their days, talked about their lives, and what they dreamed of doing in the future together.

She remembered how David had one day in the warm summer, strung up Christmas lights all around the porch and proposed marriage to her one night at sunset. She smiled as she remembered how they had sipped expensive champagne and gorged on gourmet chocolate in utter happiness and joy. Ann had sad “yes,” to David’s proposal and David had taken her in his arms and held her and Ann had felt that she was the most precious person in the world to David. That night had become part of their history and their future, or so Ann had thought.

She loved David’s house, their home. The cozy kitchen had been opened up and outfitted with the most updated appliances where David and her both laughed and cooked. She adored the master bath with its big claw foot tub where she would lie back and unwind after a particularly tense day at the office. She loved the large king sized bed where David and her could both stretch out and sleep without Ann pushing David to the corner of the bed as she spread out in the night. Ann adored waking up to David among soft, thick, and grey sheets and snuggling into him. On most mornings she would roll to David’s side of the bed and wake to kisses and busy hands.

The house had character as the people who inhabited it. Ann often felt the house was a reflection of herself more then David. The soft blue-grey walls in the bedroom were the color of her eyes, understanding and observant. The color and passionate art around the house were a mirror of her inner character, the way she felt around David. Her soft pink lips were the color of some slippery silk pillows in the living room, plush and welcoming. The color of her tanned skin was the same color as the comfy lazy boy David liked to relax in. Just as David was comfortable in that leather chair she was comfortable in her own skin.

The stalwart and geometric construction of the house were also a mirror image of her character steady and firm in her beliefs, something she was proud about herself for being, something David loved about her. The rounded furniture on the patio was a reflection of her body, one she was proud of. She kept her body in shape by running the paths that wrapped around the park in the area, yet as that plush furniture, her body still held a curvaceous shape. Walking away from David’s house felt as if Ann was walking away from herself.

David chased her down as she began the walk to her empty little condo 4 blocks away. “Stay,” he begged, “stay Ann, that little receptionist in their means nothing to me. She came here last night and I let her stay because her boyfriend was beating on her. I couldn’t  kick her out if he was doing that to her, Cameal, had bruises all over arms and legs…”

Ann pursed her pink lips, “She wants to separate us. That little red-head she’s always flirting with you at work and then I see her at your house? What am I a saint? How could I not think that she’s moving in on you after I find that letter right by your place? How could I not think you were sleeping with her after you were sleeping with me, when she shows up at your house and after all the attention you give her?”

“It’s not her I love,” David said making sure he caught Ann’s blue eyes, ” I don’t feel a thing for her, I just felt compassion for her problems. I thought she was just one of those flirty girls at work. I didn’t think she would actually show up at my door and I didn’t think well, that she could have possibly written that letter.”

” But nothing makes sense to me Ann, she wants you to leave, she’s doing it on purpose. I told her to find a friend’s house to stay at tomorrow night. She was hitting on me and when I turned her down she smacked me and makeup from one of the bruises came off on my face. She made the whole boyfriend hitting her story up, the bruises were fake, and I told her that it was inappropriate for her to be at our home any longer.” Ann sighed.

” I’m just not sure what to believe now David. I need to think.” David looked down to the pavement where he stood. He ran a frustrated hand through his inky air. He took Ann’s hand and kissed the diamond on her ring finger. “Remember this,” he said softly and left Ann to walk home alone in thought to her empty condo.