Latoiua Foster
Bio
I am a single mother of two beauitful young ladies. My oldest is finishing up her second year of college and a 9th grader. I enjoy writing in my past time. I had stop writing for a while and now I am back into it.
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Empty Wine Glass
The ride home was tranquil one could hear the tires of every car on the road. If one can be still enough, they might listen to the individual conversations of the people in the cars beside them. Alisa thought to herself; she was so tired of him getting upset to the point he would not acknowledge her. Alisa felt he did not care about her feelings; the only feelings that matter was his. Alisa always just always listened to how he felt. This time he did not talk. He remained silent; he did not even look at her. Alisha placed her perfectly manicured hand in the middle of the seat between them. He did not reach for her hand, and they enjoyed holding each other's hands while driving home. He just kept his eyes on the road and said nothing. She always tried to ease him by telling a joke to make him laugh. It did not work; he would not say anything, he would get quieter; the only thing they both would hear is their breaths; one can count their breaths. The ride home with him felt like a stab at the heart.
By Latoiua Foster5 years ago in Humans
Folded Notes
Shelly was sitting on her porch on a crisp fall morning. The air smelled like new tires - it was her favorite smell. Shelly always sat on her porch to clear her mind and to stay focused. Today, of all days, would be a good day to clear her mind. She just found a black notebook in the parking lot of the grocery store. It was important for her to return it to its rightful owner, but inside her most inner thoughts, she wanted to keep it for herself. As she was flipping through the ivory pages every second, she felt more confident than she had ever felt in her life. Just one glimpse of the hard soft black cover of the notebook she felt the power and prestige. Just the touch of the bookmark ribbons of the notebook made her imagine she was royalty. Shelly was not a greatly confident woman, and this soft black cover notebook made her feel confident. She played over and over in her mind how strangers would treat her differently whenever she walked in a public place with this notebook. “Crash!!!” She heard in the background, it was coming from inside her home, which interrupted her deep thoughts.
By Latoiua Foster5 years ago in Families
