Books By Jo Cattell

Books By Jo Cattell

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"





    He shook his head and moved away from me. I could see hurt in his eyes suddenly, loneliness almost. “Is this where I tell you how sick I really am and you call me later and it's just not going to work?” He seemed annoyed at my suggestion. He walked back to his bed and sat waiting for my answer. He took a defensive pose, crossing his arms and watching me, almost daring me in away.

    I walked over and sat next to him. Turning, I took his hand, holding it in both of mine. Since I had known him, I had never thought of touching his arm, even when Jim had made the joke about it and when he himself teased me about it. Slowly I moved my hand to touch the lump that rested on the inside of his forearm, almost afraid of how it would feel. I placed my hand on top of it and could feel his blood rushing through it, almost pulsating beneath my fingers. I could feel him watching me intently. I looked up at him, my hand still feeling his life vibrating against it, “I just wanted you to tell me what I need to know if you are in trouble. What to expect when you are sick, so that I can help you if I can. That’s what a girlfriend is supposed to do.”







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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "If There Never Is A Tomorrow" Pineapple








    He looked at me ready to drive off after I got out of the car. “Annie, really, I’m not so sure about this. My confidence is pretty low right now. I mean I will go to this party, but don’t go too far away from me. I don’t want to be alone with her for long. And for god sakes, keep Jim away from the booze. He will be trashed in an hour if he is drinking.” Nate was rambling.

    I slammed the door, through my hair back and laughed at him. “You are such a baby! Really Nate, it won’t be that bad. And if you need a break we can come up with a code word to get you out of there.”

    He locked up the car and smirked. “That’s a great idea. Let’s use pineapple. That way people will think we are crazy when we say it and only you and I will know what it means.”

    “Pineapple, really? Why not strawberry or applesauce?” I teased him.

    “I hate applesauce and I can’t eat strawberries, I love them, but it screws up my stomach.” Nate answered and followed me onto the front porch where there were a few people hanging out.







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Sunday, September 16, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"




We went down by the lake and I turned him around so that his back was towards the water. I know they were all watching us. I could even feel Stacy’s icy stare on the back of my neck wondering what I could possibly want to talk to him about. “You know you’re my friend right?” I started hoping he would appreciated what I was about to do.
He looked at me confused. “I pretty much shook them up. But I didn’t know what else to say when she asked.”
Do you trust me?” I questioned.
Should I be scared?”
I didn’t even answer, I just pushed him as hard as I could back into the water and stood back waiting for him to surface.
What the hell, Annie” He yelled at me.
I just snickered. “There, I’m treating you like one of us.” Everyone was behind me now as I smiled at him and winked. My big mistake, walking away, because he had gotten out of the water so fast, I didn’t know I hit the water until I came up for air. 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"




     I was frozen in fear and could hardly get the words out he asked for.  I sobbed and tried to do what he wanted, hoping that it would be over quick.  The door suddenly opened and Jim pushed me back onto the floor.

     Nate stood there looking from Jim to me.  I scrambled to fix my shirt and then sat back on the floor, my knees to my chest, trying to control myself.  I heard Jim zip up his jeans and laugh.  “Hey Bro, what’s up?”

     Nate was quiet at first still looking between the two of us.  “Nothing, Stacy asked me to get her a sweater.  Did I interrupt something?”

     “We were just messing around.  No harm done.  Annabel is being a little shy.” He played it off.

     Nate looked back at me and I looked away quickly, drying a tear that ran down my face.  “Anne, are you okay?” He was so gentle about it.  So nice and I felt so dirty.

     Jim spoke up for me, I guess hoping he would leave so we could finish.  “She is fine.  Annabel, tell him.”

     I thought about it for a minute and then looking at Nate, hoping he would understand and get the hint I was going to answer him with.  “I’m feeling a little sick.  I think I had some bad pineapple earlier.” I could barely get it out, but prayed he got it.




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Sunday, September 2, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"





 


His hand was on my cheek suddenly, bringing my lips to his.  What the hell was happening?  I was about to be kissed by my soon to be ex-boyfriend’s best friend. My mind went blank as soon as the softness of his lips gently brushed past mine, then again his lips kissing me softly, bring my body closer to his.  He pulled back and looked at me a little unsure of how I would react.  I was speechless; I just kissed him back, feeling that this felt like this how it was supposed to be.