Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux  For all the times you rain on my parade For all times you’ve been in, just be here Then you’re gone You think I’m cryin’, oh woman for goodness sakes You think it broke me, but it left me awake And I didn’t wanna play the man But I wasn’t playing myself and I need to be that Half the time And baby I’ve been movin I think we should be someone’s And they’re all callin’ up Cause if you like the way, you look that much, Oh woman, you should go and love yourself, And if you think, that I’m, not leaving you You should go and find yourself And love yourself And when you told me that you disliked my beliefs I told you I hadn’t had any It’s all only your opinion And really it was even only your opinion And I didn’t wanna say you’re wrong Because what side you choose was the wrong one There wasn’t anyone there for you Not even me, and I not wanted to be And I do only care, you should know that My mom loves everyone and yet she really only loves me We didn’t ever want anythi...

By Asa Montreaux  During her first day she hardly moved from the bed. She had hardly been awake until 1 pm, and then I heard a stirring upstairs. I had been sitting there working on writing some things. She moved not so gingerly but rather heavily as if she was incredibly stiff. Each move smacked heavily on the floor above me. Though it was off a ways, the vibration was right above me. Then I tuned my ear to where it was coming from. She was still in the bedroom. I suppose she was getting dressed. I thought all of the sudden, ‘Ew, gross.’ I was listening to my own mother getting changed. I went back to what I was doing, and then I had suddenly been struck by crashing noises in her bedroom. I understood after a second that she was just having some difficulty getting her drawers open. She was only trying to dress herself, and in something other than her robe. She wasn’t feeling the greatest, not displaying the greatest vitality, as she seemed to have difficulty breathing as she was d...

By Asa Montreaux  That was something to ponder. What if she would not even speak to me? I suppose I would take it very personally, it was the nature of my personality. I was not the nurse, I mean, if she wouldn’t speak to her son… He had prepared me some, otherwise it would have wholly been about a son being ignored by his Mom, being indignated by his mother. But if she wasn’t speaking, well that was fine. So I went to see her. I made the trek to her hospital room, it was actually even quite a ways as they moved her to a different area to really search the wound area and she must have needed 80 stitches. I’m not sure why that isn’t a surgery.  The door was slightly ajar, and I nudged it open with my hand and quietly walked into the room. She was not asleep though her eyes were close, as if she were on life support. She looked like she was in pain. Or rather upset. There was a chair, and I sat down in it, and pulled up right beside her. ‘Hey, Mom.’ Her eyes didn’t open. ‘Hey, M...

By Asa Montreaux I Fade in Small city in the northwest, large estate, camera pans in slowly, castle like house, camera pans to the inside. Cato inside, to the main hall of the home. He is arriving home from University, almost finished his Graduate degree. He is in a sour mood. Cato: (talking to himself) Well, mother, I can't say it was a terrible year. It is just that the whole year I thought of how terrible what happened was. I thought of what exactly it was that happened. It didn't make sense, and I think it drove me crazy, though I am the last person to go crazy, ever. Matilda: (Mother) What are you saying, dear. Cato: What, were you hearing something? I have been making no sounds though I was about to call for you and announce my arrival. Matilda: Yes it is nice to have you home. I have missed you very much. Cato: Well I am not staying for forever. You certainly know this. Matilda: No? I suppose I only ask of you to spend time with me? Cato: But when does it end? You certai...