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I debated about how much to
tell my worry wart mom who'd freak if she knew about the
guys who chased me, yet curiosity and fear bugged the shit out of me. I
took two steps away from her and then spun around to head back. “Is my real name Ben, or is it short for something else?”
“Why you ask?”
“Someone called me, Benito.”
The color drained from Mom's face as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her shaking fingers. Our
conversation was cut short when the doorbell chimed and was followed by a
loud pounding sound. I stared at the door without moving.
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11 comments:
And there he was at the door...
Hope you are having a great weekend!
dun...dun...dun.... Me thinks Mom knows exactly who that someone is that called him Benito and she's been keeping secrets. Nice cliffy, wonder who's at the door.
Oh boy, I'd say she just gave him her answer. And, he'll learn more when he answers the door.
Mom, you got some "splainin" to do, as Ricky used to tell Lucy.
Oh wow! Unexpected and certainly raises the tension. Nicely done, Joyce! :-)
Obviously no connection at all. . .
oh f... fruit!
this is getting very interesting.
Definitely a cliff-hanger (door opener) moment. Mom's reaction is quite telling, I'm sure she is going to feel quite cornered when that door is opened. Great tension.
Coming to the story mid flight I agree with all the other comments... hanging on the virtual edge..
Mom needs to work on her poker face. lol. Great work here! :)
I want to know too! Well done Joyce.
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