Black Short Stories : Let's Write A Story.. Together..

[BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE]

I'll enscribe it with a poem as a talisman on the hard cover. 8 line one. Just something popped out the head no offense.

 

[skuderjaymes]

here's what we have so far:


(skuderjaymes)
Ten days had passed since they last spoke, and still her words rang in his
ears..and in the center of his being.. as full and warm as the low low
tones of an electrified acoustic bass.. His 3rd strike with her had been his
own doing.. his own fault.. the result of his own weakness.. And there he
stood: in but out, able but unable, innocent but guilty.. wondering if this
is what their five years had come to.

( MsInterpret)
As she pulled along the curb of her grandmother's house, she turned to car off
and but did not get out. She sat staring out in front of her, hand still on the
keys in her ignition. Still thinking. Thinking about him and how things should
have been. Wondering if she should go by his house and confront him. But
why? All of a sudden a loud ringing jerked her out of her deep thoughts. "Dang
it." She then realized her cell phone was ringing. "It's him," she thought. She
fumbled through her purse, throwing things onto her car seat and floor. Her
heart and mind racing a thousand minutes. She sighed, and calmed down when
she saw who it was on her caller id. Grandmother. "You gonna sit in that car all
day or are you gonna come in?" the voice on the other end asked.

(cocobutterskyn)
Being back in the house where she spent a lot of her childhood was a comfort in
itself, coupled with her grandma’s loving disposition, a sense of calmness was
on the rise. Her grandma, blessed with a knack to sense when someone’s
troubled, especially those she loves, greeted her with a lingering hug. She could
tell her granddaughter wasn’t quite ready to share the reason for her spur-of-
the-moment visit. So she engaged in the casual topics of conversation her
granddaughter introduced. Afterward, wisdom told her to encourage her to
spend the night, perhaps in the morning she would open up.

(skuderjaymes)
"I looked at Grandma's old hands.. her old face, old eyes and I watched as she
took her old old love and applied it to every place in me that hurt.. and in her
magical mystical way, she filled every reservoir.. quelled every conflict and
calmed every part of me that had been confused and restless.. and she did it
all without a single question or confession.. Her love existed beyond such
details. I sat in her kitchen and picked green beans and listened to her
stories about Alabama and the people she liked and despised.. and the man
that she loved, my Grandfather. "He walked like he was going somewhere, "she
said, "like he was somebody.. even though none of us was nobody, while we
was down there,"she went on, "and we was really nothing.. just less than
nothing.. them white folks woulda kept the very Sun from shining on us if
they could've.. didn't want black people to have nothing, not even a smile or
a breeze."

She finished her sentence then clicked the "submit reply" button to post the
half-writtenjournal entry to her Blog. She wanted to be on the road before 7, it
was timeto stop running, it was time to do what she knew she had to...

(MsInterpret)
Apart of him longed to have the family he never had. Another longed to be far
away from this thought. Now his son Johnathan was 13 years old, and looking
more and more like Jaye as the days grew. Johnathan also grew a resentment
for his father.

Whenever Jaye did try to come by and visit with his son, Johnathan completely
ignored his presence and merely tossed his gifts to the side. The last time he
had seen Johnathan was the day Janiah and him had the huge argument. He
remembered the look of hatred in his sons eyes and he slammed the door
behind him.


($$RICH$$)
He knew that in his heart he had to fix thing with his son , but he also
wanted to remove himself as far from the mis-understanding but the love
for his child wouldn't let him just walk away.

Jaye turn to grandma for answers and her advice and softly spoken, she said
son you have to be that man and rebuild the trust of him , see little "J" what she
call Johnathan all the child remember was that day you slam that door and the
argument.

I know grandma"
then go to him fix it son! grandma don't want to see her family broken.
Jaye; wonder what could he do or say to bring them closer together, so
he called but was unable to reach anyone, maybe they out i'll try later.


(ABSiblings)
"I'm not hearing from them Mama," said Jaye.

"Then chile, get in the car. We goin' to Jan. When thirsty go to the well."

"Mama, let's not. We only called today. Tomorrow it will be easier."

"No chile. Something's wrong."

On that note, Jay's phone rang. He looked surprised. "It's Janiah's mother."

"What I tell you?" said Dorah. "You answer that, I'll start the car."

Janiah doesn't know where Johnathan is.



(Baller)
In a rush to get to Janiah, Jaye nearly wreck the car…but God got them there safely. As soon as he burst through the door, with Mama close behind him, he ran into a crying, nearly out of control Janiah:

“He’s gone,” she screamed. “My baby’s gone, Jaye.”
“Where is he,” Jaye asked.
“He ran away,” she shouted, an angry, almost maniacal expression on her face.
“He ran away?” Jaye couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Whataya mean ‘he ran away”?

Mama tried to calm everybody down…so they could get an understanding of what was going on. All the yelling and screaming in the world wasn’t going to bring the chile home…they knew that. But with all that’s been going on, they wanted to point fingers instead of attacking the problem. A child feeling that his family is falling apart…that his father don’t love him…that his mother don’t want his father in his life…might run away. It’s not that he wants to be out there…alone…but he’s scared of losing everything he knows…and he don’t want to be around for that. They just needed to find him…and let him know that things were going to be alright.

“Why do you think he ran away,” Mama asked Janiah.
“After Jaye left, I needed to think…so I went to my room. I ended up crying myself to sleep. When I woke up, he was gone…and you know Jonathan don’t just leave the house without permission.”
“We know, baby…is there anything else?”

“I drove all over the neighborhood. I went to all his little friends’ houses. I called everybody I know but no one’s seen him.” She was nearly hysterical. “I don’t know what else to do.”

“Have you called 9.1.1?”
“No. Do you think we need to call? Do you think something could have happened to him? Mama…do you think my baby gon’ be alright?”
Jaye made the call. Even though it hadn’t been twenty-four hours, they issued an amber alert.

Two hours after the amber alert was issued, Jonathan walked through the door. Janiah ran to him screaming:
“Baby! Oh Baby,” she screamed, crying. “Are you okay? Where have you been? Are you sure you’re okay?”

She kept asking questions as she held him to her, tightly…not giving him a chance to say anything. Jaye and Mama went to them…Jaye taking Jonathan and Mama taking Janiah. After separated them, Mama took Janiah into the bedroom while Jaye talked to Jonathan.

“Jonathan,” he began. “I know you’re upset because of what’s going on between your mother and I…and I’m sorry for that. I wish I could tell you that it’s going to be okay but, ‘til we can work out our problems, I can’t make you any promises. You know I would never lie to you, right?”

“I know, Dad. It’s just that my family is falling apart and there’s nothing I can do about it. I don’t wanna be a statistic on anyone’s single-family household list. I want my parents to be together. Why can’t y’all just work things out, Dad?”
“We’re gonna try,” he said.
Just then, Janiah came back into the room.

“In fact,” Jaye continued. Looking at Janiah, he said, “I think we can begin right now.”
“Begin what,” Janiah asked.
“Baby,” Jaye took her hand in his…his eyes starting to water. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Not understanding where this was coming from, or whether it had anything to do with Jonathan, and seeing the tears in his eyes, she panicked:

“Sorry? Sorry for what? What are you talking about, Jaye?”

“I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. I’m sorry for putting my son through all this…thinking we’re not going to be a family. And I’m sorry for this. This is all because of me and I’m sorry for it. We’ve been living like this for too long…not knowing from week to week how long we’re going to be together. With you wondering what next thing I’m going to do that causes drama in our lives. I’m tired of that. I want us to be happy. I want us to be a family…one that our son can be proud of. I want you, Janiah. Please, give me another chance. I’ll never let you down again. I promise.”


(ABSiblings)
"Should I step out?" asked Johnathan, lightening the mood.

"Boy sit down" Janiah chuckled. "Jaye . . ."

"No," he raised his finger to her mouth, "We'll make this work."

"Jaye . . ."

"No honey, it's alright."

Then lowering her head, tears gathering beneath her eyes, she cried on his shoulder. Johnathan walked over to his mother, hugging his parents for the first time that he could remember, crying with the whole of them.

Johnathan said "I love you guys." Now sobbing without control. "I'll never run away again."

Jaye and Janiah kissed softly. Then Jaye bent low to his son, placing his arm on his shoulder, to tell him "Thank you."

The reunited family emerged from the bedroom as a strong Black family.

The grandmothers smiled with their whole mouths; their cheeks reaching the ceiling. Before Johnathan knew it, the whole house was filled with hugs. And time swirled quickly as this reunification became an unforgettable party.

Johnathan tasted wine, the grandmothers remembered that hard liquor, and Janiah fit snugly in Jaye's arm, as if nothing could be more natural.

It was nighttime. Grandmothers passed out. Johnathan out cold. And Janiah looking at Jaye remembering their first, and second, and third, oh and that eight, sleepover.

"Jaye?" she cooed.

"You bet!"



(CoCobutterskin)
(Earlier in Jaye and Janiah's marriage, prior to Jonathan's conception)


The clock chime nine times. It was now 9 o’clock pm and Jaye was still not home. Janiah was tiring of his two to three days a week all day absences from home. Another dinner had cooled to room temperature and the candles burned to the end of their wicks. Her patience now thin and her inner thoughts strongly encouraged her to asked questions, because she was tired of wondering where and who he’s spending all his time.

She knows how hard Jaye works to break down doors in the company, with him being the youngest executive and his plans to make partner in record time. But how much of their life together is she to sacrifice? She could feel the strain of time apart pulling at the seams of their relationship. If things continued, they would unravel and she loves him too much to do nothing.
It was after 10 o’clock by the time she cleared the table and finished washing the dishes. Still no Jaye. She used the hot water in the shower to soothe away her tension. If she was going to get any answers, she knew it wouldn’t be tonight. So she curled up with her far too, frequently used body length pillow and drifted off to sleep.


(Baller)
Janiah is a beautiful woman. She has an innocent aura about her that draws people to her like a magnet…people just want to be in her presence. She’s smart, intelligent, with a dynamite sense of humor…and did I mention she’s beautiful. Jaye had always considered himself mediocre, when it came to his looks—although he was a very handsome man—and didn’t think he really appealed to the women—he had some self-esteem issues in his youth. When Janiah came along, he knew he was fortunate to have captured her heart. Her type didn’t usually look his way. It wasn’t that he was incapable of pulling a beautiful woman, he had skills. But he saw her as being a cut above the other women he knew…and didn’t consider himself in her league.

She was awesome…and lady luck had smiled graciously on him when she said yes.

But he had been a slacker…had always taken the easy route, in life. Now that he had this wonderful woman, he knew he needed to be more responsible in his life and choices…to provide the kind of lifestyle she deserved. To make sure that happened, he had been sacrificing a lot of the time he should be sharing with her…for work. In order to give her that lifestyle, he needed money. So, he had been working as much as he could…trying to get to where he needed to be in the company. To get promoted. To make more money. To do what he had to do to make things happen.

He found himself in a conundrum. He didn’t want to risk someone coming along offering her more than he could give…yet, by working so much, he was giving others an opportunity to get in through his absence. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to spend time with her, he enjoyed every moment. But he needed to make a living for her.

Janiah had started complaining about his not being available.


(JoyJolie)
As Janiah started to complaining in her mind...Jaye arrived from work (tired yet yearning for his woman). He removed his shoes and placed them in the closet across the door entrance. Then head upstairs to the bedroom, while Janiah was moisturizing her sultry licking skin with basalm oil and rose drops. Jaye slightly push the door to see what Janiah was up to....seeing her massaging her body gently got his hard tool wanting to fix her up.

Janiah felt someone was watching so she lift up her head and saw her man looking at her. (In Janiah's mind) " what in the world he was doing while I was lotioning myself." Jaye head towards her and massage her wet flower...Janiah moaned with sweet whispers, as, Jaye rub and taps her temple in circular motion to ease her moans. But Janiah moans grew louder , turned on by her voice he ripped his shirt off and laid himself on top of her. His chisled strong body rubbed against Janiah's body, passionately caressing her lips and every inch of licks he could get. In the middle of kissing her, he replied " Baby, I know I've been neglecting you" *moaning kiss* " I didn't mean to..you mean so much to me" *tongue locks & grasp for air* "I wanted to please and support you, baby".....


(Vincent Stacy Henry)
As Jaye laid there next Janiah listening to her soft contented breathing he couldn't help think about how everything was still as broken as it had ever been and the sex, no matter how great it was, was only a momentary reprieve from his, Janiah, and now unfortunately Jonathan problems. He sorely loved them both and wanted to be a good father and husband but in his heart, he knew he was neither. He had been completely sincere that day he had told Janiah and Jonathan that he would somehow make it work and that their family would survive but the truth was, he had no idea what to do or how to make himself into a better man. And then there was that part of him that didn't want to be fixed or changed at all.
As if she could hear him thinking, Janiah opened her eyes slightly in the semi-darkness of their bedroom and said in a low sleepy voice, "Baby, it'll be okay" and immediately feel back to sleep. Her eternal optimism was one of the many reasons he loved her but it was at that moment that he realized that he had never been taught to be a good man and every was far from okay. That thought kept him up well into the morning hours.