Julia

She could hear the screen door slam at the back of the kitchen, the rustle of the brown paper bags as she plumped them down on the island, she let out a sigh, just sounds, no voices of welcome to be heard, no laughing or girl talk on her cell phone, just an empty silence.  It was more than she could bear.  She sat down on the stool and put her head in her hands , when would this lonliness ever end. One could almost hear the agony of her soul int that kitchen , it was palpable, unimaginable.  Sara slightly opened her fingers and peered down at her daughters shoes...bright flourescent pink, black and tan flats with purposefully tattered edges, pink roses, black skulls, tan and beige swirls, funky, hippy like popular shoes  they were Julies.  They wore the same size shoes, they wore the same size shoes, and she was wearing them now, she did that sometimes just to be close to her, again, something she had worn, she sighed.hann
That afternoon came back to her so vividly, Julie, her naturally bright and beautiful self, she was wearing dark brown capri tights, a bohemian nature styled tee shirt, these same shoes.  Her chestnut brown hair wafting over the thinness of her pale arms, sparkling hazel eyes ...the words reverberated over and over in her head like a cannon shooting off at a carnival, MOM can i borrow the car?, MOM can I borrow the car?  Mom can I borrow the car?  It played over and over again in her mind like a broken record.  Marielle and I want to go to the mall, come on mom, we won't be gone long, another saying that cast a ghostly pall on her memory of that day...We won't be gone long, they never came back damit.