Lucille: A Fictional Narrative

It was an eerie autumn night, complete with howling winds and barren streets. Exceedingly few people had been audacious enough to walk the desolate streets of the Bronx, especially not at twilight. Not too far away, a family was in their small apartment. The young boy, Reginald, was huddled in bed listening to the angry footsteps and jaded voices that reverberated through their tiny home, scarring the wooden frame on which he lay. Reginald strained to hear his mother’s barely audible whisper, but could clearly discern the vicious, stinging sound of his father’s hand striking his mother, again, as he had so many times before. The oft repeated noise of hand striking face had become the soundtrack of his young life. Reginald’s father, Albert, …show more content…
He lived a frugal life, having left his formerly deleterious life behind him. His only indulgence was his weekly trip to the nearby bakery, where he met Lucille, the red-headed, high-spirited girl who changed the entire course of his life. Perhaps it was the fiery personality she possessed or her dark brown eyes that seemed to reach great depths, but in any case, he was mesmerized by her every move. Reginald eventually worked up the courage to ask permission to court Lucille and was filled with jubilation when she accepted him as her suitor. He wanted to make a favorable first impression and planned an incredibly sumptuous picnic for their first outing. When their picnic was rained out, Lucille spontaneously recommended that the pair go for a stroll along her favorite walking path. Along each step that they took, Reginald fell deeper and deeper into the hurricane that was Lucille. Reginald was rigid, rule-bound, and a perfectionist. Lucille was his complete foil, but it was her impetuous nature that transfixed him. He looked past his frustration when she changed plans last minute, focusing solely on her enthusiasm. When she declined his offer to go to a moving picture show, Reginald once again made excuses for her mercurial behavior. By the time winter turned to spring, Reginald had became completely oblivious to just how fractious their relationship was. Reginald dismissed Lucille’s date cancellations, absentmindedness and intermittent conversations still willing to overlook the tumultuous state of their relationship as he remained enamored with her wit and charm. When Reginald could no longer overlook their ebbing connection he vowed to put forth more effort. He suggested that they have bi-weekly suppers. Enthusiastically he described his idea to his beloved. Each evening that they were to enjoy supper together, Lucille was to prepare an ineffably delectable