The Day After Yesterday
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Lydia Edwards was born an 80s baby in a small town on the outskirts of poverty. From the seat of a banana bike, she struggles through her daddy issues while feeding bologna to a mangy stray, learning to smoke behind the high school bleachers, and explaining away the behavi
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The Day After Yesterday - Karli M Donalson
The Day After Yesterday
Karli M Donalson
Colorful Crow Publishing
Copyright © 2024 by Karli M Donalson
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on experience, all names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. No reference to any real person is intended or should be inferred.
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Published in the United States of America
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Contents
1.Today
2.Sod Story
3.Birthday Bike
4.Jimmy Bramble
5.First Job
6.Ben
7.Letter From Dad
8.Wedding Day
9.Visiting Dad
10.Move In Day
11.The Wanderer
12.Support Group
13.Frank
14.Move Out Day
15.Nursing Home Visitor
16.The Inevitable
17.History Revealed
18.The End
Chapter one
Today
It was raining the night he left for good. Large drops of water pelting against the tin roof left behind a melody of sadness. I don’t remember much about the night's events that led him out of our home; the door slamming behind him. It was so typical of him; running away from conflict. He had done it so many times. I expected he would return after a few days in a hotel with only the small bag of clothes he kept packed for nights like these. Two weeks later, I would be served divorce papers that told me he wasn’t coming home. My mother stood in the corner of the room, staring at the wall, completely oblivious to what was going on. I wasn’t sad he was gone. I was sad about the time that had passed with him there. I was watching the days pass, one by one, in anticipation of my 40th birthday; too old to start over.
It’s time to feed the children.
Silence broken, I turned to face my mother. In her hands was evidence she had been peeling away at the yellowing wallpaper she so often stared at. I didn’t feel like playing her games but knew if I didn’t, I would pay for it later.
I’ll set the table.
She entered the den and dug through a wooden chest nestled in between a bookcase and a small gas heater. As she pulled each one from the quilt stuffed into the bottom, she called them by name.
Sue…. such a sweet girl.
She tossed her to the ground behind her.
I really liked Sue. She had a big sewn-on smile that trailed up her cheeks, ending at pink painted-on dimples.
Georgie, I hope you haven’t been picking on the girls again.
I listened to her speak to each one as if, at any moment, they would respond. After a few minutes, she entered the kitchen and placed the handful of them into chairs. She straightened their dresses and tied on imaginary bibs. I found it ironic that I was helping my mother raise fictitious children while never knowing the joy of having real ones.
Ben never was interested in having children. I knew before I married him he was more interested in chasing dreams and attaining goals than in reproducing. I still dreamed. I thought maybe one day he would feel the weight of the future coming at him with no one to pass along the family name to. He needed an heir to his self-made fortune, right? I was wrong.
I’ll be taking everything I have with me when I go.
I thought he was referring to death, but throughout our divorce, I discovered he meant he would take everything he owned with him then, too.
The further we got in life, the less we interacted, and it is quite difficult to make babies without interacting.
The babies are all crying.
The persistence in my mother’s voice told me she was genuinely concerned for their well-being, and for a moment, I imagined her concern for me as a baby, what it must have been like to lie in her arms and listen to her sing. I was now left with an empty shell of her being that I watched care for cotton-stuffed children each and every day.
Tomato soup is ready,
I called out, hoping she had an appetite. She hardly ate anymore.
After no response, I headed into the living room to find her. She was sitting on the sofa, picking at imaginary lint. I watched her for a moment; her boney fingers grasping at nothing. After several picks, she leaned over the arm of the couch and released the little bits of nothing onto the floor. She watched as they floated down and landed on the carpet. I tried to imagine life in her world; her completely false, unfathomable world.
Mom, lunch is ready. And the children are hungry.
She looked at me as though I had spoken to her in a foreign language.
I don’t have children, silly. My bearing days are long gone.
This was nothing out of the ordinary for us. It was our new normal. I returned to the dining room alone and put away all of her baby dolls before setting aside the bowl of soup I knew she wouldn’t eat. I could hear her snoozing in the recliner before I even got the dishes washed. I knew I should try to wake her, but couldn’t bear the thought of the argument that would ensue.
Things were bad, really bad. They had been for some time. I had been warned they would be, but I suppose I had not completely accepted this until reality began closing the gap on my hope.
I had my moments of grief, panic, anger. They seemed to come in never-ending waves and I fought for my own sanity. I looked for normalcy in this new life with very little luck. I had done my best to continue doing the things I loved, but those things drifted further and further away each day. Even trips to the pharmacy or the grocery store were a hassle.
I poured a cup of coffee as my cell phone started to ring. I grabbed it, hoping it wouldn’t wake her. The lady on the other end of the call began rattling off something about my expiring car warranty. I hung up without responding. I was too tired and needed some time alone without interruption. I powered down the phone and headed toward the back porch to read. I didn’t even make it to the back door before I heard mother shuffling her feet as she made her way down