I have decided to post my new story here....hope you enjoy.
Inspiration: India Shawn- All I have.
Never has a song resonated so strongly within me that I named a story after it.....I promise you guys that it won't really correspond to the lyrics...think of this story as my interpretation of the song.....
Heaven ain't got no baggage claim………..
She walked into the church, hoping for a hot plate, and maybe some salvation. She silently celebrated; it would be a month since she got clean.
href="http://photos.posh24.com/p/1761307/z/hot_news/chris_brown_blonde_hair_leathe.jpg">Chris</a> sat with his friends, serving the poor. This would be the first year he would be doing this since his sister left….
He hated these addicts, because he believed they were selfish.
She could feel the condescension in his demeanor as the mashed potatoes dropped onto her plate. Their eyes met soon after.
He’d never seen eyes so green in his life. They were breathtaking. He soon snapped out of it and scowled at her, saying,
“There are other people waiting.”
“Do we have a problem?”
The trey came flying at his face. He couldn't move out of the way fast enough. The pastor of the church held her back as her anger boiled over.
“Honey, you have to calm down…..”
She continued to try and fight out of his grip. Her fuse was much shorter these days, partly because of the disappointments that led her here, and partly because of the stares and the name-calling she had to endure.
“YOU DON’T KNOW ME!”
The once boisterous room was filled with silence. Her eyes burned emerald as she stared at him. She broke out from the old man’s grip and stormed out of the church.
She heard the Christmas carolers down the street, and walked towards them, in the direction of the women's shelter. She didn't make it there though, because the cops apprehended her for aggravated assault.