Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Mud on Their Shoes - Part Two

I'm a terrible person, for not having that picture I mentioned on Monday's blog up and ready. Will try to tease more responsibly in the future. It's coming tomorrow, for sure.

Today is the second installment of this week's story, If you missed Part One somehow, by all means head back over. Not going to know what's happening otherwise.

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The Mud On Their Shoes - Part Two
A side story from "Sanctuary" - Book One of the Gilesian Trilogy


Bennie gave Maggie a look Maggie didn’t care for – “I’m Dwight’s girlfriend, yes…”

“Mr. and Mrs. Paulson, if you’d please come fill out the paperwork - ”

Mr. Paulson took charge. “Donna, sit down. I’ll find out what’s going on.”

Donna Paulson took a seat as Mr. Paulson walked out with Bennie leading the way. She sat straight in her chair, facing the door with a worried expression on her face. She reached into her purse, pulled out a small rosary, and rubbed the smooth beads through her fingers. Maggie sat down two chairs from her, and glanced at Mrs. Paulson.

An awkward silence passed between them, and then Mrs. Paulson spoke up.

“What was your name again?”

Maggie smiled. “I’m Magdalene. Maggie.”

“I didn't know you were…you’re…?”

“Well…it’s not official or anything yet, but he hangs out with us at the Market after school, feed the ducks, that kind of stuff.”

“I see…and do you know what happened today?”

Maggie bit her lip. “I…I didn't see anything, really. He went to Druid Hill. When I came in looking for him, I found him. Looked like…beaten? I don’t know.”



“He’s had the most terrible luck with things lately.”

Maggie thought the comment strange. “Not lucky?”

“So many problems this past year. Expulsion from St. Ignatius, suspension, now this…”

“I’m lucky.”

“You are?” Donna Paulson looked at her, a small bitter smile of surprise coming to her mouth. Maggie even surprised herself by saying that. Was that a lie? Or was her earlier thought the lie, and this the truth? She couldn’t tell anymore.

“I am. Everyone tells me I am.” She continued with the brazen thought. If she was going to lie, might as well lie big.

“Well, good for you.” There was more his mom wanted to say, Maggie could tell. But she held back her words. She knew the pale, snowy woman didn’t believe her, and it made her angry.

Guess I know where Dwight gets it from…



hey d what’s up 5 min ago u were all over me trying to hold my hand & now ur just like not even talking to me whats the deal...

…hey ive been really busy…

…well, then i guess im done here…?...

…oh…ok…if that’s really what makes u happy…

…what gives dude why u playing with me?

oh, you took it like that? whatever…

son of a…

Mr. Paulson came to the door again. “Donna.”

Mrs. Paulson rose from her chair and followed him without a word.

Maggie stood as well, and followed a length or two behind as they walked, like a whip dog waiting for a bone. They ignored her, while holding onto each other, as Bennie led them through the halls.

So unfair. Her face twisted behind them. Just because they have servants and money, they think they’re so superior. They didn’t understand a real and true love, what love felt like, the grinding hunger to see yourself lifted up in someone else’s eyes.


Maggie noticed a flicker of movement in her peripheral vision as they turned the corner. A girl staggering down one hallway to the right. The flick of a ponytail, a jean jacket, and puffy white covers over her shoes. She leaned against the corner briefly as she walked out of sight.

Wait a minute. That wasn’t…was it?

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Last part coming tomorrow.

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