Pleasant People – Pamela Woolford
3200 word Women’s Fiction
This story explores facades of American society, walls between races, and a connection between two women stretching even beyond the grave.
I’m back there again. I’m in the house. It’s warm. Pleasant, the way I like it. I’ve just had that satisfying meal, and I’m content because it’s spring and I’m on break and I’m home. And then the scream, the shrill. I run to her. I remember the running. I just remember the running, which is odd because I couldn’t have run more than a few paces before I reached the door. And that’s where the memory stops. But I’m not sure I see the point in pushing it. All of them seem to say the same thing–the counselors or therapists or whatever–that I should try. But I think there’s a reason I don’t remember what happened, and I’m not sure I want to know the reason.