The Train

 

The Train

After I placed the dinner on the table and sat Pastor and Mrs Smith down, I excused myself to go upstairs and get Craig. He knew about the dinner but showed no enthusiasm whatsoever. When I walked into the room Craig was in bed with his head tucked under the covers.“Craig, Baby, come on, our guest are here,” I said pulling the covers back. “I’m not hungry Miya. Please just let me rest.” “Craig you haven’t eaten. Come on Baby, get dressed and come down.” “Myia I’m tired, I just want to rest.” “Craig, Pastor and First Lady came all the way over here to...” “I SAID NO MYIA!” Craig yelled getting out of bed, grabbing me aggressively by my arm. “YOU KEEP BOTHERING ME AND I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE,” Craig yelled as he pushed me out of the bedroom and slammed the door in my face. “Myia, is everything okay?” I recalled Pastor yelling from the bottom of the stairs as my thoughts were interrupted by the whistle from another train.

By, LaToya M Hosey