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A TALE OF FIVE FINGERS 5- ADRIANE DICKSON

A TALE OF FIVE FINGERS

THE CHAOTIC FINGER

25TH DECEMBER 2015

Christmas carols softly hummed in the background, little children ran around the narrow halls of the house, couples kissed at every chance they got, pets stared intently at each other, mothers, sisters, aunties and daughters busied themselves in the kitchen whilst the men drank beer and made jokes in the sitting room but Adriane Dickson stood at the secluded corner of the kitchen, not in the mood of talking or doing anything.

"Pass the salt shaker!"

"Have you stuffed the turkey yet grandma?"

"I think the coleslaw is ready."

"I hope he proposes tonight."

She felt like her brain was about to explode with her swollen stomach and swollen feet, she wasn't too far from exploding.

"Are you alright?" Her sister in law; Esther asked, nursing a glass of wine in her hand.

Esther was close to a chronic wine addict. Whenever she was seen, she either had a glass of wine in her hand or a bottle of wine in her hand and sometimes, she had them both in her hands.

She darted her blue eyes to Adriane's stomach before looking back up at the dark skinned woman. "How's little Justin?" She added.

Adriane shrugged and forced a smile on her face. "Peachy."

Esther nodded and gulped her wine before walking into the chaos they called a working force.

Every Christmas, Adriane's family held a Christmas dinner with family friends, extended relatives and neighbours. As you guessed, it was always crazy.

Adriane pushed her back off of the wall and walked out of the kitchen, as if planned; her nieces and nephews ran past her in a flash. She lowly groaned in irritation. It was the ninth month of her damned pregnancy and at this point, She was mentally cursing Justin for putting his penis in her. She was supposed to be admitted into the hospital about a week ago but with a persistent mother and a short tempered father, she had to endure being on her feet- swollen feet another week before her son pops out of her.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared up at the dreadful structure. How was she supposed to climb up 20 steps to get into her bed? Screw it.

She turned around and walked back into the kitchen making a bee line for the pantry. With a strained sigh, she took a large box of chocolates in her hands and sat on the lounge chair she had put in her during month 5 in her pregnancy journey.

She devoured the box slowly letting her mind drift off to her life after she gives birth to Justin jr.

She would be able to walk up the stairs again, she would be able to see her feet again, to have sex without feeling like her back was about to break through the mattress.

Don't get it twisted, she loved her unborn child already but since month 8, it had been hell carrying him around especially with Justin being the president of his advertising firm. He spent lesser time with her as the days passed and she felt awful.

The box of chocolates emptied into her stomach, oddly giving her a little energy to move around the house. She rose to her feet and walked out of the pantry, her eyes darting to the wall clock. Just a few minutes past six.

Her heart fluttered when she assumed Justin would have arrived already but to her surprise, the sitting room only contained her two brothers, her father, her brother in law, her sister's boyfriend, her grand dad and of course Stan; the perverted neighbour.