Shelley Parsons

Rosebud Shelley Parsons

INTRODUCING ROSE This is my story. A story played almost as if it were a game of chess, a manipulation of sorts, with me against the world. A game of chance as rolling of the dice while trying to strike that lucky seven but having a hard time being honest. I used fixed dice. No matter what you rolled, it always turned my way. I was tall with long, red hair and a body that went on for days. I never thought that my life style was wrong. Why should I? Who was my Judge? I had no faith in them. That word, "Judge" always turned me off as a bad scent on a stick. I played the hand that was dealt to me and I liked to be the dealer. I lived a life with rage and hate. I was a devils' spawn that spun its web and rapped it around many, never taking prisoners only names. Too many names to remember, but I tried I had to try because I knew one day someone would come back with the residue of my web on their face. Some say I was better off dead; feel sorry for me and the life that I lived. I look into their eyes and laugh, "I feel sorry for you." People are always trying to figure out someone else's issues to make their life bigger. I say, "Bigger than what?" They don't know my purpose or what pieces to the puzzle my life was going to add. If I were never born, there would be an imbalance in the universe. We never see the big picture until it is too late. I do have some regrets. I wish I had spent more time with my daughter. I was always trying to make myself rich at any cost. I forgot to look around to see what mattered. I wanted the big house. I got it. I wanted the long bank account. I acquired it. I wanted the luxury cars; I had two. All those things so that the world may look at me and say, "Damn, Rose has it going on." I forgot the mark that was branded on my face by the taboo that I carried along with me as a passenger in my front seat. My sisters, Brianna, and Dakota were there. Funny, three people going through the same experience but each setting off on a different journey.