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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 01/09/2019
As the car passed the mail box and turned down a long dirt road, Linda looked at Amy. Her blue eyes were clear, but if you knew her you would see fear. Linda and Amy was 14 and twin sisters. Though you might not know that if no one told you. Linda had blonde hair and Amy red, Linda blue eyes and Amy green, Linda perfect tanned skin and Amy pale white loaded with freckles.
They both shared, if possible almost identical personalities and temperament. They didn't need to speak as there eyes met, they know what was going on in the others head. They had been accused of having conversations with out a word being said out loud. Though they would deny such a claim, it was very true.
This was the third foster home Miss Foster was taking them too. Not because the other two wanted them leave, on the contrary they begged to keep them. Yet as Miss Foster told them, state law is state law and there is no compromise. The girls like both as much as you could living with others that were not your real family. Their mom and dad had died in a plane crash leaving them orphans.
Both girls were amazing, they were smart, pretty and loved to sing, laugh and dance. Linda liked to paint and Amy like to write stories. Some might find it odd that the paintings were always the story told in words. Then again people most often don't see what is right in front of them. Often even when it is pointed out they choose to deny it.
This was the first time to a farm, the girls were city girls. They were scared, they knew nothing about cows or pigs or chickens. Both loved dogs and cats but really were not interested in being farm maids. Yet the state gave them no choice and Miss Foster was a woman that was stern and some would say crabby. She spoke little to the girls but in all fairness was strict on following the rules.
The car stopped in front of a very old white farm house, well white where paint still existed. The screen door opened and a man stood in overalls and a straw cowboy hat. He looked rough, stout build, unshaven and frankly not to clean. His wife stepped out behind him, she was about as tall as he, a bit plump, and gray hair rolled in a tight bun. Her faded dress looked well worn and she did not look very clean either.
As they walked up the girls tried not to but in unison wrinkled their nose, unclean was now clear as that odor of sweat filled the hot air. They pointed to a old bench and told them to wait. They led Miss Foster inside, a half later she left with out a goodbye.
The woman led them in to a dirty house with many foul smells but the sweat covered most. Linda was feeling a little sick. She told them to call her ma and him pa as she led them to the second floor to a single room with two half beds and a small bathroom. She told them, we are on well water here, so don't use much water. A three minute shower once a week and don't flush when you pee just if you do the stinky thing.
She told them to hang up their dresses and put other stuff in a old dresser and hurry up. As she turned to leave she said, take off them good dudes and put on work clothes. This is not a dude ranch and no vacation, you wanna eat, you work. The girls said as one, yes ma. She seemed to like that as she clumped down the stairs.
They hurried and changed in to jeans and shirts. They never said a word you or I could hear, but talked a great deal about how this was going to be anything but good. They arrived downstairs and was ordered to set a old dirty table. Linda went get a rag wet to wash it and ma slapped her. She almost screamed, I told you we don't waste water.
Amy set the plates, noticing they were not really clean and old. Linda set the forks and spoons making the same judgment. Ma set a platter of cornbread and gravy on the table then in two plates she laid a nice pork chop in the other two she lay something she called hog joul. She told Amy to go get Pa, he would be at the barn.
Amy found the barn and Pa was throwing some hay in three stalls and taking a drink from a jar. On the way to the house, he told Amy she best not mention to Ma about the Jiger of shine he sipped. And grabbed her butt, you have a cute behind in those jeans. Amy felt disgust and as if Linda was seeing through her eyes and feeling that squeeze and hearing through those ears. She spoke, we will not be putting up with that stuff in that voice in the head.
They ate, the food wasn't really bad, but both tossed it all not long after when Ma told then let the dog lick plates then just wipe em and put em on the shelves. Then they all headed to a field where the girls was shown what was weeds and what was veggies and handed hoes and showed how to hoe out weeds.
They thought they were doing good, till Ma screamed, Pa that Linda hacked down half a row of beans and left the weed. Pa's face bright red grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to a stump. Made her bend over his lap and he beat her butt with his belt. When he was done and Linda and Amy were both crying and Ma was looking the other way, he rubbed her bottom and groans slipped out.
She jumped up and went back to hoeing and Amy thought of hitting Pa with the sharp hoe she had in her hand. When the evening came they had blisters on hands and Ma was back in house making supper. Three fried eggs each and left over corn bread and water. The same ritual setting table and the same dish cleaning was done again.
The girls went to the hot room and they could smell their own stink. They decided they had enough. That night they would leave. That night once it was dark they lay on the dirty stinky bed and Pa came in. He went for Linda, laid on top of her and ripped open her shirt. That would be the one and only time he touched those young breasts or gazed on those paps as Amy hit him over the head with lamp.
They gathered their few clothes and took off. Sticking to the woods and old paths. They seemed to know just how to go and seemed to know where the towns sheriff was at looking for them. Pa had come too and called them claiming they robbed him after assaulting him.
The girls found a creek and bathed and buried the dirty clothes under some rocks. For two days they walked and ended up at a cabin. They had covered a lot of ground from Arkansas to Missouri. The lady at the cabin welcomed them in. Odd she was like them they told her all that happened, and not even a fly heard a spoken word. The woman cried and told them she had lost her husband and girls in a car wreck. They had a home now and they did.
Now it would be unfair not to give you the ending Linda after she was sixteen marred Bill a farm boy over the Ozarks hill. They have two kids and they are happy, Amy is 20 and still lives at the cabin and if asked she would say, it is like she is marred and thus not looking for a man of her own. What matters is they are happy and nobody really cared till they found that cabin. Now they have a family.
The Twins(Rich Puckett)
As the car passed the mail box and turned down a long dirt road, Linda looked at Amy. Her blue eyes were clear, but if you knew her you would see fear. Linda and Amy was 14 and twin sisters. Though you might not know that if no one told you. Linda had blonde hair and Amy red, Linda blue eyes and Amy green, Linda perfect tanned skin and Amy pale white loaded with freckles.
They both shared, if possible almost identical personalities and temperament. They didn't need to speak as there eyes met, they know what was going on in the others head. They had been accused of having conversations with out a word being said out loud. Though they would deny such a claim, it was very true.
This was the third foster home Miss Foster was taking them too. Not because the other two wanted them leave, on the contrary they begged to keep them. Yet as Miss Foster told them, state law is state law and there is no compromise. The girls like both as much as you could living with others that were not your real family. Their mom and dad had died in a plane crash leaving them orphans.
Both girls were amazing, they were smart, pretty and loved to sing, laugh and dance. Linda liked to paint and Amy like to write stories. Some might find it odd that the paintings were always the story told in words. Then again people most often don't see what is right in front of them. Often even when it is pointed out they choose to deny it.
This was the first time to a farm, the girls were city girls. They were scared, they knew nothing about cows or pigs or chickens. Both loved dogs and cats but really were not interested in being farm maids. Yet the state gave them no choice and Miss Foster was a woman that was stern and some would say crabby. She spoke little to the girls but in all fairness was strict on following the rules.
The car stopped in front of a very old white farm house, well white where paint still existed. The screen door opened and a man stood in overalls and a straw cowboy hat. He looked rough, stout build, unshaven and frankly not to clean. His wife stepped out behind him, she was about as tall as he, a bit plump, and gray hair rolled in a tight bun. Her faded dress looked well worn and she did not look very clean either.
As they walked up the girls tried not to but in unison wrinkled their nose, unclean was now clear as that odor of sweat filled the hot air. They pointed to a old bench and told them to wait. They led Miss Foster inside, a half later she left with out a goodbye.
The woman led them in to a dirty house with many foul smells but the sweat covered most. Linda was feeling a little sick. She told them to call her ma and him pa as she led them to the second floor to a single room with two half beds and a small bathroom. She told them, we are on well water here, so don't use much water. A three minute shower once a week and don't flush when you pee just if you do the stinky thing.
She told them to hang up their dresses and put other stuff in a old dresser and hurry up. As she turned to leave she said, take off them good dudes and put on work clothes. This is not a dude ranch and no vacation, you wanna eat, you work. The girls said as one, yes ma. She seemed to like that as she clumped down the stairs.
They hurried and changed in to jeans and shirts. They never said a word you or I could hear, but talked a great deal about how this was going to be anything but good. They arrived downstairs and was ordered to set a old dirty table. Linda went get a rag wet to wash it and ma slapped her. She almost screamed, I told you we don't waste water.
Amy set the plates, noticing they were not really clean and old. Linda set the forks and spoons making the same judgment. Ma set a platter of cornbread and gravy on the table then in two plates she laid a nice pork chop in the other two she lay something she called hog joul. She told Amy to go get Pa, he would be at the barn.
Amy found the barn and Pa was throwing some hay in three stalls and taking a drink from a jar. On the way to the house, he told Amy she best not mention to Ma about the Jiger of shine he sipped. And grabbed her butt, you have a cute behind in those jeans. Amy felt disgust and as if Linda was seeing through her eyes and feeling that squeeze and hearing through those ears. She spoke, we will not be putting up with that stuff in that voice in the head.
They ate, the food wasn't really bad, but both tossed it all not long after when Ma told then let the dog lick plates then just wipe em and put em on the shelves. Then they all headed to a field where the girls was shown what was weeds and what was veggies and handed hoes and showed how to hoe out weeds.
They thought they were doing good, till Ma screamed, Pa that Linda hacked down half a row of beans and left the weed. Pa's face bright red grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to a stump. Made her bend over his lap and he beat her butt with his belt. When he was done and Linda and Amy were both crying and Ma was looking the other way, he rubbed her bottom and groans slipped out.
She jumped up and went back to hoeing and Amy thought of hitting Pa with the sharp hoe she had in her hand. When the evening came they had blisters on hands and Ma was back in house making supper. Three fried eggs each and left over corn bread and water. The same ritual setting table and the same dish cleaning was done again.
The girls went to the hot room and they could smell their own stink. They decided they had enough. That night they would leave. That night once it was dark they lay on the dirty stinky bed and Pa came in. He went for Linda, laid on top of her and ripped open her shirt. That would be the one and only time he touched those young breasts or gazed on those paps as Amy hit him over the head with lamp.
They gathered their few clothes and took off. Sticking to the woods and old paths. They seemed to know just how to go and seemed to know where the towns sheriff was at looking for them. Pa had come too and called them claiming they robbed him after assaulting him.
The girls found a creek and bathed and buried the dirty clothes under some rocks. For two days they walked and ended up at a cabin. They had covered a lot of ground from Arkansas to Missouri. The lady at the cabin welcomed them in. Odd she was like them they told her all that happened, and not even a fly heard a spoken word. The woman cried and told them she had lost her husband and girls in a car wreck. They had a home now and they did.
Now it would be unfair not to give you the ending Linda after she was sixteen marred Bill a farm boy over the Ozarks hill. They have two kids and they are happy, Amy is 20 and still lives at the cabin and if asked she would say, it is like she is marred and thus not looking for a man of her own. What matters is they are happy and nobody really cared till they found that cabin. Now they have a family.
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