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A Short Story.

It happened over night.


I was standing by the kitchen table, waiting for the sound of a diesel truck to pull into the driveway.


The kettle whistled as I made my way to pour my tea. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited to meet him. We had worked out our differences over the holiday, and as the snow trickled down, I couldn’t help but feel at peace.


He was the love of my life and even though we had hit a rough patch, I was more than ready to work at our relationship again.


Tick, Tock, Tick Tock.


I checked the outlines of my figure before making my way to the door. I had worn his favorite perfume and made sure to avoid all lipstick. Lyman was a simple man; no fuss and he always said a rose didn’t need additional help to stand out.


I grabbed the doorknob, opened the door and out of the shadows a man stepped to the light.


“Ma’am, there’s been an accident.”


The officer spoke but everything around me became so quiet. It was as if the world stood still, and there I was alone, fumbling in the dark.


After the tears stopped, I opened my eyes and the officer was still there.


“Would you like some tea?”


“No, I’ll be alright”


Officer Pete kept talking but all I could think about was Lyman’s diesel truck.


To be honest, I hated that truck. Lyman was a stubborn man and one evening he showed up with his brand new purchase, with no thought of inquiring of my opinion. We had fought that night and I remember how tired I was when I eventually fell asleep.


He was gone now and that fight seemed so trivial.


“Ma’am will you be alright.”


“No”, I said and sipped my tea.


I woke up at 3 am with Lyman looking over me.”

You had a bad dream Teresa, Sorry I woke you.


“You died,” I whispered.


“I almost did”.


It was the strangest moment, but that same feeling of peace overwhelmed me.


Lyman went ahead to tell me how the truck had hit a rough patch of ice and how he had  barely survived.


The truck would be totaled but an officer had given him a ride home.


I never believed in God until this moment, but he had given Lyman and I another chance.


We all have diesel trucks in our relationships, and that night, I tasted of the horror of remembering how insignificant things are in the wake of sudden loss.


Aisha-Nicole 2016

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#77: It mattered then-

It mattered then-

Every last word, every sentence,

But you hesitated, mocked it and let us shatter-

Now it’s too late and you’re trying to play catch up,

Throw hundred dollar bills to the one problem you could never sold,

Trying to form a friendship with a child, who’s already grown,

I look like you, move like you,

I even stutter the very same way you do, and you think it’s pure coincidence that I cock my head to the side at every question, listening intently-

I’m splitting image of you,

Full lips,

Dark skin,

My mother genes got lost in your stubbornness,

I’m the hard knock reminder of the night you,

Should have probably thought


You were you young and defiant-

Ambitious and charming-

But my birth was a casualty,

So you zipped, up and fled the scene-

I was born to a dead father—

Loved by a struggling mother and at 33 I was introduced to you—

You look nothing like the man in my dreams, your shorter, and your ears,

Are bigger, but you look like me,

It mattered then,

To a girls who’s one request was too,

Meet her father,

But today I’m 33

And I remember I was born to a dead father, and dead you shall remain.

©Aisha-Ndlovu 2014

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#74: And So the Story Goes

It was the way he said it,


Leaning in close,

I caught the faint smell of bourbon,


Delicately playing with the folds of my skirt,

My eyes surveyed every crevice, and every fine line from aging,


He was a master at games,

Growing cold,

Leaving me wandering,

Begging for more,


His lips teased me

And then he kissed me


Made me forget,


Made me long to be his

And only his alone,

But that was a long time ago

I was naïve and he was a master at his craft,

And so the story goes.


©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#72: Inhale

I tasted your past,

Loved it for what it had made you,

I inhaled your dreams,

Intertwined them with mine,

I let you in,

And I thought you had done the same,

But sometimes,

Secrets lie in between warm sheets.

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#71: | One | Last Petal

she believed, 

and kept her promise,

she meant it when she said, 

till death do us part,

and even in the last hour,

as death waltzed in,

she stood firm, 

cradled his hand,

and remembered,

their first kiss,

the disaster on 4th street,

and most importantly,

the moment he asked her to be his,

yes, she believed

and when the last petal faded,

her heart remained his. 

© Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#64: Hide and Seek

I showed you the most innocent part of me,

When I let you see the child in me.

©Aisha-Ndlovu 2014

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#62: My Retreat

I hid in your arms


Waited for your hands to cradle me

Your fingers to sooth me


But that was asking too much


Our arrangement hinged on no emotional responsibilities

And I had already signed the release forms

So I retreated to my space


Waited for the morning

And sadly never came back


©Aisha-Nicole 2014

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#57: Toxic


You were toxic,

The drug I desperately needed,


With back chills, warm nights,

And memories etched with you,


You were what my body wanted,

And ultimately what killed it.


©Aisha-Nicole 2014


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#53: Easy Game

If love is a game,

They must be a loser,

One heart will suffer,

Left to ask questions that have no answers,

Screaming at silent white walls,

Reciting and rewriting every love letter,

Cursed to do the dirty work,

Left behind to investigate blurry cues of when love bid adieu,

One person will always suffer,

And the sad reality,

The truth to this game,

Is we all strive to be the winner,

Because losing at love,

Is never an easy game-

©Aisha-Nicole 2013

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#52: It was,

It was the silence,

The silent tap of heavens waterfall

It was the fresh smell of crisp laundry

It was the instant gratification

It was your smile

It was the silence

And then it was the moment

And now it’s the past

And here I write

Sill captivated by its presence


©Aisha-Nicole 2013

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