He Listens (Chapter 2)

SERIES SUMMARY:  Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage.   Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.


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Shutting her door to enjoy the shallow peace of silence, she drops everything atop a blonde maple wood table and glides off her heels with an exhausted sigh.  On the way to her bedroom, she unties her “no man can resists me in this one” black knee-length dress.  This dress is infamous.  It is appropriate enough for the workplace but risky enough for all of the men (single and not-so single) to have frequent conversations with her breast every time they find another reason to enter her office and sneak a peek.

At her dressing table, she stares long and hard into the mirror and without verbally communicating a word, she speaks to Him.  She shares the fears that she can’t admit to no one else, sometimes not even herself.  Still in the moment of her thoughts, slowly she gets up from her stool and walks over to a blinking phone.  She has messages.  “Who still uses voicemail?” she thinks to herself.  As she dials she rolls her eyes and listens to a telemarketer offer to clean her non-existing carpet, and her annoying, across-the-hall neighbor who comes up with a different reason each week to get on the other side of her door.  She gave him the number in case of an emergency; she is now regretting that decision.  And just as she is about to hang up, she hears a familiar voice.  It’s Dawn, her college roommate who is rambling on about one of her notorious Saturday night get-togethers.  They haven’t spoken in months, so it was good to hear from her, but Dawn is a party animal and after college they grew apart.  While dialing her back, she thinks quickly of an excuse as to why she can’t attend this frequent festivity.  However, Dawn answers before she can rehearse a lie in her head.

“Hey girl, I take it that you got my message.  Well, here’s something that I couldn’t leave on a voicemail.  I ran into Jason at Somerset.  He told me that Andre just got into town and that he is asking about you!”

Kayla had to pretend to be listening to rest of what Dawn was saying, because after hearing his name, she kind of blanked out.

“Kayla, are you still there?  Girl, I don’t even know what to tell you.  But I will say this, I invited Jason and he’s bringing Andre.  So pull yourself together, do three sets of crunches buy a new push up bra, and I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

Kayla stood there with a silly grim on her face, looking distant as if into the future.  “Andre,” she thought.  “Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in awhile.”

To be continued…

© LaRonda Moore

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He Listens (Chapter 1)

SERIES SUMMARY:  Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage.   Read to see if Kayla will finally share her secret, embrace something new, and most importantly exercise her faith.


The congestion of Jefferson Avenue has put a total damper on her commute home.  And although it is the end of yet another work week, she isn’t accompanying her coworkers to the lounge, nah – happy hour isn’t her thing.  Nor is she anxiously awaiting the arrival of her significant other, because despite her Mother’s fears and Grandmother’s disapproval, Kayla is thirty-something, single, and truly okay with it. I mean, don’t get me wrong, everyone wants someone to share their life with, or at least a warm body in their bed, but the men she meets are typical.  They are either too thugged out or too uptight.  She often finds herself wondering, “Where is the in-between man, for the women who has grown out of her bad boy phase?”  You know the man who has both a little edge and a legal paying job.  If he does exist, she hasn’t met him yet.

So for now, Kayla is single but that status doesn’t make her stationary.  She travels a lot for work, will drive to Chicago on a dime for that Magnificent Mile, attends every noteworthy concert on the scene, and hasn’t eaten a meal at home since she moved in.  As she walks down the narrow hallway to her place, balancing an over-sized Louis Vuitton, the remains of her takeout lunch, a tablet, and her mail, the realization that her house is not a home becomes very clear with every scream from the feuding two in B3, and the not so appetizing ethnic aroma lingering under the door of B4.  Her house is an overpriced, two-bedroom loft nestled in the heart of the Motor City, which Kayla proudly calls “Little Africa”.  She feels justified in coining this nickname because she is one of D Town’s finest.  And while most people of her grooming have long fled to the comforts of suburbia, Kayla vows to never leave.

See, Detroit, affectionately referred to as “The D” by the natives, is a peculiar place to live.  Because while it has a rich history and a beautiful landscape, it is best known for violence, a neglected exterior, poor public education, and a corrupt administration.  Yet and still, the heart of this city beats strong.  Most know it as the birthplace of the automobile and therefore the home of the Big Three.  And everyone knows how it revolutionized the music industry with countless legendary artists.  However, if you’ve never been, then you’ll never know about the mansions in Indian Village, or the Island that sits in between two nations, or the world-class museum district.  See, Detroit has jewels but they can’t shine.  Instead bad press consumes it with isolated incidents of ignorance.  Thus it stands in its own darkness, in the shadow of its heyday, waiting, contemplating, a change and rebirth that is long overdue.  Kayla believes in this city and because she does, she stays.  Yeah, Detroit is home.

To be continued…

© LaRonda Moore

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