Petite La Fleur

He had lived his entire life in this house, but he was standing in a hallway he had never seen before. Jeffery Meadows, age 13, could not understand where this hallway had come from, nor where it lead. Taking a step forward, the floor boards began to eerily creek. He was young enough to believe this is where the bogy monster hops from around the corner to snatch up the innocent child but he was old enough to hope there was no such thing as monsters. Another step, another creek. Slowly but surely, Jefferey made his way down the mysterious hallway to the very end where he was met with another intersecting, unknown hallway with open doors down each end. The floors and walls were covered with peeling, tacky, floral wallpaper. Jeffery had three options: 1. Turn right. 2. Turn left. 3. Turn back. Opting for the second choice, Jeffery felt compelled to turn down the left side which seemed to end with a door whereas the right side seemed everlasting. Keeping one foot in front of th...

I wish I'd listened when my brother told me to run. He told me to get out while I could. Look where I am now. It's not half bad, I guess. After all, I had flipped the coin. I was undecided about walking away and the coin said to stay with Louis. Perhaps I shouldn't flip the coin about such a minuscule matter but regardless, here I am in the Versailles Palace. Is it really that bad of a deal? "There you are Maddy," he wrapped his warm arm around my waist as his lips brushed my left cheek,. "I've been looking for you everywhere, my dear. Maman would like to introduce you to some important people." "Oh Louis, must I? I have a headache right now. I don't want to seem rude but I'm still on American time. Maybe another time? I'd much rather leave." I couldn't stand Louis' mother, she was dreadful and rude and everything my family makes fun of French older women to be. Maybe the coin was wrong this one time but I just cou...

The invitation came on April 18, the wedding was June 25. Of course. She wanted a summer wedding. He probably objected, he never did want to marry after all. But I guess if there was ever a time to get married, it'd be in the summer. Or was it spring? Who knows. I went through the motions; bought a sapphire blue dress, new shoes, and overpriced manicure plus pedicure. Oh and suppressed every thought inside me that it would be completely inappropriate to attend. He did not want to invite me, she thought it was a formality since I had seen her at the bridal store. Aware they were dating, sure. Aware they were serious, oblivious. I tried to run out, I really did. If it weren't for Annalee in the dressing room, I would have most certainly bolted. But why bother? I may as well inspect. Her glossy blonde hair seemed to illuminate the shop, her pale blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in her reflection. She stood petite and slender in a fitting, elaborate white princess g...