“Holy Macaroni it looks like I’ve been sucking on a cow’s dirty tit,” she giggled at herself in the mirror and begins to wash her face clean.

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Several weeks in the summer passed Celeste by in snail pace.  She longed to spend time with her grandfather but her father refuse to let her stay with him.  After her comment to the adults the house was thick and tense with foul energy; nevertheless little Celeste filled her days with hunting and fishing to keep her distance and to keep the peace.  It was a hot summer day when Celeste woke up and headed into the kitchen to begin her day.  The minute she enters the kitchen she takes note her father is sitting at the table working on bills.  “Morning papa,” Celeste softly spoke in her sleepy voice.  “Morning girl,” he replied in heavy thought.  She makes a pot of coffee and pours herself a glass of milk and sits with her father at the table.  She views the gray shinning at his temples, and takes note he is aging and wreaks of alcohol.

Her heart breaks for a man she adore at one time in her life and wondered how things went astray with passing time.  She stands and gets her father a cup of coffee.  “Here ya go papa,” she said calmly sitting down the hot brew in front of him and states.  “I’m heading out today to hunt.  What are your plans for the day?”  He lifts his red eyes at Celeste as she sits back down and chuckles out softly with laughter before he speaks to her.  “I’m leaving today for about a month on the road, so I need you to stick around to help Doris out.”  She didn’t say a word as her heart drops to the floor with the news.  “I know you don’t like Doris but ya be a good girl won’t ya Celeste when I am gone, and please stop playing mind games with the woman.”  Celeste’s eyes rose in surprise he would have the nerve to tell her to stop her games.  “Papa, I’m a tellin’ ya I ain’t doing nothin’,” she replied softly.  “I know this is crazy, but I’m a thinkin’ it’s fairies in the woods that are causing the mischief.  It ain’t me papa, cause they play tricks on me too.  And now that we are on the topic can ya tell me about the old Cherokee tale of the Little People.”

“Celeste come now you don’t believe that do ya?”  She nods yes in silence.  “What makes you think they’re fairies in the woods?” She is about to answer her father when Doris walks in the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee.  Doris sits at the table with black make-up smeared around her eyes wreaking of crappy cheap cologne and cigarette smoke.  Celeste becomes sick to her stomach sitting at the same table as the wild banshee. Her father views the change in Celeste and moves his check book in the middle of the table to observe his daughter quietly for a few moments.  He watches her struggle not to wrinkle her nose up in discuss.  She fiddles with her glass of milk before choosing to down the contents to leave the kitchen before she felt like puking her guts out.  She looks up to feel her father’s intense gaze upon her, and blushes quickly casting her eyes back on her empty glass of milk.

She could stand no more as she stood up to leave.  Her father stopped her before she put her glass in the sink.  “Ya both help each other out while I’m gone.  Do I make myself clear girl, and go wash your face, ya have something black all over your lip!”  Celeste touches her lip in wonder and leaves the kitchen with a sick feeling in her gut. She heads to the bathroom and gives a peak in the mirror and takes note the damn fairies drew a mustache with soot around her lips while she slept.  “Holy Macaroni it looks like I’ve been sucking on a cow’s dirty tit,” she giggled at herself in the mirror and begins to wash her face clean.

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5 thoughts on ““Holy Macaroni it looks like I’ve been sucking on a cow’s dirty tit,” she giggled at herself in the mirror and begins to wash her face clean.

  1. Hahaha….Well that’s what we did and we did have black rings around our mouths…YIKES…the things we did as kids; however, you wouldn’t catch me doing it now. “*wink*”

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