Tell Him
Neva Teal
TELL HIM
(short story)
Copyright 2014 Neva Teal
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- Tell him - the angel said. At least I thought it was an angel. I’m a sceptic and doubter by norm and, although he had white wings and a glow around his head, you can’t just trust people’s statements, can you?
- Tell him you love him - he insisted. He said his name was Cole.
- Cole? Angel Cole? That’s just... so dumb.
- Like your name is so great - he mocked, rolling his brown eyes.
- I’m Bonny.
- And you have no idea how stupid that name is in heaven. Pretty popular in hell, though.
- Bonny - I said, angrily - is a noble, fantastic and normal name.
- Bonny Bee - he laughed.
- My mother likes it. And so do I.
I was mad. Dim-witted angel making fun of my name. How dares he!
- No matter - he continued. - My business here is, as I stated, your love life; or else, the inexistence of a love life. Bonny Bee is in love with Chuck though not kissing and sitting on a tree.
Oh God. I’m mortified, my embarrassed face colored in bright red.
With the purest of rage I said:
- Is that any of your business?! No, it isn’t. So fly along and go bother a seagull. Or a pigeon.
- I don’t seem to make myself clear, young girl. I’m not leaving until you declare your undying love for Chuck. Another, by the way, dumb name.
I stopped breathing for a second which seemed a lifetime, and then shouted:
- I’m Nine! I’m nine years old.
- And you love him since you were four. That’s five years already living a “secret love”.
- I’m N I N E.
- I hear you. Do you hear me?
I was speechless. I decided to leave my room and come back later.
I was fuming. Fuming.
So I liked Chuck. Big deal! I was not in love with him; I was just... fond of him. That’s all.
Mother came in while I was pacing across the living room.
- Bonny?
- Mom!
- Help me with the groceries.
Together we put them away.
- You’re rather quiet today.
- Mom. I was thinking... if I paint part of our house wall’s... will you pay me? I mean, you’d save; you’d pay the painters less. And... I’m cheaper. Also, an excellent worker, of course.
- Of course. An inexpensive worker who prides herself of her highly skilled labor. What else could a mother want?
- Mom, please...
- Still thinking about that skate, are you? I’m sorry, I’ve told you, I can’t. There’s no money left for anything else. Here, come and sit.
- Mom...!
- Look: this is rent; and these are our monthly utility bills. Then there’s gas and food. And here is my salary. The only income this household has. So, tell me, what do you see?
I mumbled. Mom insisted.
- Go on. I know you’re good at math.
- There’s nothing left after all the expenses are paid...
- Exactly. I’m sorry Bonny Bee, but if you truly want that skate you’ll just have to figure out a way of buying it yourself. Bonny?
- I understand...
- Do you?
- Yes...
- All right. Love you. Now go set the table.
We ate and washed the dishes, then saw a little TV and, finally, went to sleep. Angel Cole wasn’t there. Maybe he left and was bothering God knows who. I feel asleep quickly and slept heavily.
