French Toast

A neighbor, a hefty woman with floppy arms, lived alone, and liked children. Whenever I stopped in for a visit, she’d have a treat to offer me. She handed me a large chocolate Easter bunny once, and then asked what I wanted for breakfast.

“French toast!” I sang, bouncing up and down. The neighbor put on an apron and shooed me out of her kitchen with her jiggling arms. 

In the dining room, I sat on a chair with my legs swinging. I got up to stretch. I walked around and traced my hand over a flower arrangement, almost knocking the vase over. My eye caught a candy dish that sat in the center . . .

“Don’t you touch anything,” the neighbor called from the kitchen.

“I’m not,” I replied and returned the purple jellybean that I had licked.

A black cat-shaped clock hung on the wall. I followed the big, moving eyes and long, swinging tail—back and forth, back and forth, tick-tock, tick-tock. I gazed across dusty photo frames that filled the shelves and windowsills and wondered if any pictures were of her as a child. I wanted to thumb through her assortment of worn-out picture books and Life magazines stacked on bookshelves and floor. But I didn’t dare.

The aroma coming from the kitchen made my stomach rumble. I heard her pounding footsteps and raced to sit back down. The neighbor put a plate in front of me stacked with golden-brown French toast. She poured warm maple syrup over the fluffy slices of sweet bread. I knew I never smelled or tasted anything so delicious. My one regret: eating too fast and becoming full too quick. Then I watched, horrified, as she collected my plate and tossed the rest into the trash. I would have brought the rest home to share with Mama and eat later.

(An excerpt from Running in Heels – A  Memoir of Grit and Grace)

© M.A. Perez 2014, All Rights Reserved

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12 responses to “French Toast

  1. “Don’t you touch anything,” the neighbor called from the kitchen.

    “I’m not,” I replied and returned the purple jellybean that I had licked.

    This tickled me silly 🙂 … so like a child.

  2. Sandy Brockhausen

    Boy I can taste that French toast! Another great article. So glad you have someone looking at your manuscript. First step towards PRINTING and No. 1 best seller! I pray the good Lord will open her eyes and heart to the message in your writing and the feeling throughout the stories that touches each heart.

  3. Ok – teaser much? I’m on the edge of my seat. When is the book out? Found you on bloppy bloggers, too.

  4. When is the book coming out, Mary? I want MORE!!! 🙂

    • Awwww I so appreciate fans like you, Rebeca! Update: I now have an editor looking over everything! She will give her expertise on my manuscript, polish my synopsis and will even do a Book Proposal. Yay! Also the title “A Mary Heart” will go bye-bye (meaning it has not been a title set in stone). Still brain storming over that as well. So, Lord willing, the next thing will be to find the perfect fit – an agent who believes in my work. I covet everyone’s prayers, too 🙂

  5. What a great piece. I love your writing style!
    Stopping by from Bloppy Bloggers, FB.

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