Bella took out from her backpack a pennyboard. She skated over to the coffee shop she worked at called Yum Yum Cafe. The place had a lot of glass windows which let in natural lighting. Stepping into her workplace, she noticed there was a decently long line of customers. Bella hurried went to the back-room and stored her belongings. She grabbed an apron, put it over her head, then tied the remaining lace behind her back.
"Bella! Thank goodness you're here. I've been working my ass off this entire fucking shift." said a woman whose hair was messy. Bella's eyes trickled down to the woman's name tag that read Taylor Rosalind.
"Glad to help, Rosalind." Bella forced a smile.
The two of them began to take orders for about 45 minutes before Bella noticed that the woman she had seen before she went to her lecture.
"What can I get for you?" Bella asked the woman.
"Are you kidding?" the woman's voice was rising. "I came to surprise my daughter!"
Bella shriveled her eyebrows in confusion but played along anyway.
"Who would that be, ma'am?"
"Gosh!! What is wrong with you? You are my daughter!"
Oh no, Bella thought. This is really bad. How could she forget her own mother?
"Mother!" Bella's tone was more friendly and she walked around the counter to give the woman whom she believed was her mother a hug.
Before Bella could give the woman a hug, she stopped Bella.
"So the rumors are true, you really have lost your memory in the accident." The woman said.
"What accident?"
"Word is, a week ago, you were struck with a heavy piece of machinery when you were training with your classmates in pursuing your degree."
"My goodness! I'm glad to be alive!"
"I'm glad you are too." The woman's tone changed but Bella couldn't make out the tone. It was a mixture of hopelessness and anger. The woman looked down to the floor for a few moments and then cupped her mouth. She hurried out the door without looking both ways.
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Bella Owens' Hell
Short StoryBella Owens woke up to the sweet aroma of coffee, but she lives alone. She makes her way to the kitchen and finds a figure in rags. "Don't freak out," the figure says...
