Tucked Away

Tucked Away
ByJeanette Cheezum

Mid nineteen fifties

The closet door slammed. It wouldn’t do any good for little Cathy to cry, stomp, or scream. Grandma would cut a switch and use it when she returned. She wouldn’t do anything now because Grandma didn’t like to get sweaty. She wanted to make a nice impression when she met the preacher’s wife.
“How long will you be gone this time?” Cathy asked from inside the closet.
“As long as it takes, now be quiet.”
The key banged metal against metal, locking the closet…and…then the front door.
Perspiration beaded on Cathy’s lip and her stomach felt sick.
Her friends always waited in the dark closet, and were happy to see her.
She lay on her back as her eyes adjusted to the miserable darkness. She took a deep breath because she hated this ritual, never knowing how long she’d have to stay there.

“Today my friends, we’re going on a trip to the zoo. Here comes the bus. You must line up and stay close so you won’t get lost. We’ll feed the ducks first and then see the monkeys. Take a seat quickly and don’t be noisy.”
“We’re here, they yelled. Can we get off the bus?”
“I want to eat the bread, I’m hungry,” an imaginary friend said.
Cathy shook her finger side to side, “No, it’s not allowed. We can’t eat until Grandma says.”
“Ah, the park is beautiful,” she lied. If only she really knew what it looked like.
“Now wasn’t that fun? Let’s go home before it gets too dark.”
“I’m thirsty!” someone in the dark said.
“Remember . . . , we just have to wait, I don’t want to tell you again,” Cathy said in a firm voice.
* * * *
“What’s that smell?” Cathy sniffed and moved closer to the closet door. Was something burning?
“There’s a fire nearby! Be calm!” She brushed her bangs from her eyes and held up her small hands. “Don’t worry. We’re safe here. This is our secret hideaway.”
She lined up her Grandma’s shoes. “Let’s play Anne Frank.” Clomp, clomp, “Do you hear the soldiers marching? Hide, children, the soldiers are coming.”
She coughed. “It’s hard to breathe . . . so much smoke.
“Grandma, where are you?” she whispered.
“We’re scared.”

Hush children. Don’t cry. I’m sure Grandma is nearby.” She placed her face as close as she could to the large crack under the door, the light had disappeared. There was nothing to see . . . , except. Cathy grabbed a coat from above and squeezed it against the bottom of the door.
“Everyone, scream as loud as you,” she said. “Even if Grandma switches us, we must get away from the smoke.”
Cathy coughed and she pulled a shirt from its hanger and covered her nose. “Grandma, please come home. I’ve been good. The smoke–everyone scream.”
Someone banged on Grandma’s front door. When no one answered the person yelled for someone to call the fire department. As smoke was poured from the Jacobs windows, flames consumed the air . . . attacked the curtains, rugs and anything in their path.
The firemen broke down the door and sprayed water from the ceiling to the walls and down to the floor. They stopped the fire, but didn’t know to look for Cathy.
* * * *
“Mrs. Jordan, Thank God, you’re safe and weren’t in the fire. We called the fire department, and they came right away,” the neighbor said.
“Thank you, for saving my house.” She stepped on her cigarette, so no one would suspect.
“Where is your granddaughter? Is she with friends?”
“As a matter of fact she is.” The corners of grandma’s mouth rose into a smile.
Grandma thanked her neighbor then hurried into the house. She couldn’t let anyone find out her secret. She’d forgotten to put that last cigarette out before she left?

She opened the closet and reached in. But after all, she had been in a hurry to meet the preacher’s wife.
The neighbor followed Grandma in “Oh, no, didn’t you say she was with friends?” the woman said.
* * * *
The funeral occurred that week, but Grandma didn’t attend. She now spends her time locked in a room, where no one pays any attention when she screams.
She doesn’t have any friends to talk to, and everyone knows her secret.
****

Tucked Away was first published at Thrilliers, Killers’N’Chillers 2009

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Pushcart nominee Jeanette Cheezum has been published on several online writing sites and in fifteen Anthology books and four poetry books. Three of these books have made the New York Times Best Sellers list. Awarded The Helium Networks Premium Writer’s Badge, Bronze Creative Writing Award and a Marketplace Writers award. Recently she has published thirteen ebooks at Barnes and Noble and Amazon. You may find a list of some of her work at www.hamptonroadswriters.org
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7 Responses to Tucked Away

  1. This one’s always scary-thoughtful-sorrowful each time it gets evoked up, Ms Jeanette. Opening the closet door is good for us all.

    ~ Absolutely*Kate

  2. A beaut of a story. Worth reading again and again.

  3. Thanks, Kate and Paul.
    One of many stories someone reminded me of earlier. She knows who she is.

  4. Diana E. Backhouse says:

    What a chilling tale, Jeanette. It had me gripped throughout.

  5. Madam Z says:

    Jeanette, this story was especially chilling for me, because I was locked in a closet, more than once, as a child. Your description of Cathy’s behavior in that cell was very realistic. And “Grandma” could very well have been my foster mother. Excellent job.

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