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These stories are for The Musicology Anthology Challenge. There will be fifty-two of them. |
Strutter I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants she'll pass you by Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter She wears her satins like a lady She gets her way just like a child You take her home and she says "Maybe, baby" She takes you down and drives you wild Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter I know a thing or two about her I know she'll only make you cry She'll let you walk the street beside her But when she wants, she'll pass you by Everybody says she's lookin' good And the lady knows it's understood Strutter Strutter Strutter Strutter Walking out of a grocery store Gene bumps into Paul with a bag of groceries in each hand. If they were just paper bags, they would have spilled out all over the pavement. “Hey, dummy. Why did you do that?” Paul didn’t answer. Gene looked at Paul. Then followed his gazing to a young woman walking down the street with a man in her arm. “Are you falling in love again?” “You don’t want her. Not only she about ten years older than you, but she’s also a Strutter.” Gene adjusted the plastic bags in his hands so that he could place them on Paul’s shoulders. He guided him back to their rented RV at the back of that parking lot. Paul kept his eyes on the young woman until the row of parked cars they were walking down stopped him from seeing her. One look at Paul and Thomas knew that something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong?” “Did you realize you forgot something at the grocery store?” Joann asked. Christine and Beth each took two bags from Gene and Paul. Then they placed them on the table in the kitchen area. “Did something happen at the grocery store?” “Nothing happened at the store. It happened just after we left it,” said Gene. “No, we didn’t forget anything. It’s Paul. He instantly fell in love again. Only this time it was with a Strutter.” “What’s a Strutter?” Christine asked. “It should be who, not what.” Gene corrected her. “A Strutter is someone who thinks that they are better than everyone else by the way they look to the clothes they are wearing. The more expensive the clothes are the more snobbish they are. It’s that what you used to call them dad?” Thomas didn’t answer back. He just kept helping his wife put away the groceries. “I didn’t call them that. But I think that was the term they used back in the Stone Age when I was your age.” “How do you know what a Strutter is?” Joann asked as she continued putting away the groceries. “It’s because I was dating one just before you pulled us out of school to homeschool us. Only I didn’t know who she was at that time.” Gene took a deep breath and let it out before he continued. “I should have known who she was by the way she treated me, though. One second, she was walking beside me. And the next she was passing me by for one reason or another.” “The clothing she wore should have told me who she really was too. It had to be expensive satin. Store bought clothing made her act like a child instead of a young lady.” “Is that the same girl that we almost caught you having sex with?” Joann asked. Paul’s, Christine’s, and Beth’s mouth dropped open, their eyes bugged out, and their eyebrows raised in shock. “You were having sex?” Christine asked. “No, I wasn’t. She pulled me down onto my bed and we got a little wild. But it never got that bad.” Thomas stepped up to Gene until they were almost facing each other. “Tell them why it got so wild.” “Do I have to tell them? They’re children.” “You were too when it happened. So, tell them or I will.” Gene sighed. “This is another life lesson, isn’t it?” “Okay, okay, I will.” Gene continued. “I wasn’t drinking. But she was drunk. That’s why we ended up in my bed together. But nothing happened. I stopped dating her right after that happened.” “How come he got to date when he was my age?” Paul asked. “I can’t do it until I’m sixteen.” Before Thomas could answer Paul’s question, Joann did. “None of you can. And now you know why.” “It doesn’t really matter what age we can start dating.” Beth took a deep breath and let it out before she continued. “We can’t do it anyway. Not now that we are being homeschooled. It’s bad when you are a lonely child. But it’s not much better if there are two or more children like us.” “What are you talking about?” Christine asked. “You are way too young to be thinking about dating anyway.” Beth started giggling. “I’m not thinking about it. I still think that boys are yucky. But I see how you react to boys, girls, men, and woman. Paul isn’t the only one who falls in love in every town where we stop on this summer road trip.” Word Count = 751 |
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