The Grapes: A Short Story

I really thought I was gonna get the lady for her purse but I failed. I was so scared I didn’t know what was gonna happen to me. Was she gonna hurt me? Put me in jail? Instead, she kicked me right in my sitter of my blue jeans. Then she picked me up by my shirt a shook me till I couldn’t take it anymore. At that point in time, I regretted what I did and shouldn’t have taken the situation that far. But what scared me the most was when the women said, “ Pick up my pocketbook,boy, and give it here.” She didn’t release me but she bent down enough to allow me to pick up the purse. Then she started to drag me up the street. I’m only a frail little boy but she didn’t care not one bit. At last, we made it to her home but she still had a very tight grip on me.
She asked me what my name was and I replied,” Roger”. Then she told me to go wash my face. She left the door right open I thought I could make a run for it, but I didn’t want to put myself in any more danger. The lady got up and left the room only looking at her purse. She said her name was Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. I was amazed by how long her name was but I had no time to think about that. I took care to sit on the other side of the room so she wouldn’t suspect anything. Then she heated some lima beans and ham she had in her icebox. I had to admit I was starving. She also made some cocoa. As we ate dinner she said,” Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoe.” Then she led me down the hall and I didn’t know what to say. As I walked out the door she told me goodnight and to be safe, but I didn’t say anything back. No words can explain how grateful I am for her to do the things for me. Then she shut the door. I was relieved when I got home. Man… What a