“He Listens” Mini-Series, Chapters 1-5

  • He Listens (Chapter 1) (1/13/2017)

    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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  • He Listens (Chapter 2) (1/14/2017)

    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.


    ..Continued – 

    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

    *** He Listens Series Homepage.


  • He Listens (Chapter 3) (1/16/2017)

    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.


    ..Continued – 

    Kayla met Andre at the beginning of her junior year in undergrad.  She had seen him around campus before but never really paid him that much attention until they spent three hours together at a Gear Up rally to raise funds for school supplies for the local inner city youth.  They fell fast and hard.  Some say he is the one she let slip away, the one that she still longs for today.  As love would have it, at the end of that following year, Andre received a graduate apprenticeship to a prestigious Art Institute on the East Coast.  Art was his dream, his passion, and Kayla was his muse.  When he asked her what he should do, she told him to go.  She would never forgive herself if she were the reason for his dream deferred.  So after a summer of picnics at Belle Isle, long days at Cedar Point, Fourth of July in Hart Plaza, and family barbeques up the wazoo, Andre kissed Kayla good-bye.  She never even told him that she was six weeks pregnant when he left.  She found out the week before.  He doesn’t even know that she cried for two months straight after returning from the hospital.  He doesn’t know and Kayla can’t forget.

    When he first left, they talked three times a day.  He was so excited about his new surroundings and she was so careful to keep her secret.  Several times, she almost told, but each time she was interrupted by a mental reminder of the potential that this opportunity held.  As the first semester came to an end, the phone calls became less frequent until a solid week had passed without contact.  It was during this time in which Kayla needed him the most.  This is when she would have told.  She called him several times, and several times she got his voicemail.  Eventually he returned her calls, apologizing and blaming it on the craziness of his new schedule.  She forgives him and he vowed to never let it happen again.  They begun to speak daily and planned for him to come home for a week at the end of the semester.  But by the time he made it home, it was too late.  And although it was only four months, it felt like four years.  He was different, they were different, and she was never the same.

    Yes, when they first saw each other, they embraced for what seemed like forever and of course they didn’t get much sleep that night, but it was the moments in between those that made it obvious that Andre had moved on in life and with a heavy heart, Kayla tried to convince herself that she had to as well.

    It’s funny how the pursuit of one passion can kill the desire of another.

    To be continued…

    © LaRonda Moore

    ***He Listens Series Homepage 


  • He Listens (Chapter 4) (1/21/2017)

    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.


    ....Continued – 

    Lavender scented candles fill the air as she fully undresses and stands naked at her mirror.  Running a bath to further wash away her week, she puts on some jazz.  Incognito blows in the background.  It moves her and she does a little two-step.  Examining her exposed figure, she shows disapproval with her breast.  However she promised herself a long time ago to find peace with the ones she has, so what a padded bra can’t do, just won’t be done.  She turns from side to side, giving her body one last glance over.  Her thighs jiggle a little but her hourglass is still telling time, she is still fine, and she knows it.

    Iridescent bubbles bounce transporting her as she lounges in the loving warmth of the water and massage of the mood.  Her mind drifts backwards, it’s two Septembers ago.

    She’s at the airport with Andre and all of his family.  It is as if time is in slow motion.  People are talking and laughing but she can hear no sound.  Andre is rubbing her back, a gesture that usually calms her.  It’s not working today.  Her heart is pounding.  There is a lump in her throat.  She feels faint.  And not knowing whether it is because the love of her life is leaving her life or just the morning sickness, she excuses herself to the bathroom.  She throws up.  She cleans up and tries to pull it together.  She tells herself that they aren’t over.  She tells herself that long distance relationships can work, then returns to Andre and his family. 

    It’s time for him to go through security so all final good-byes must be made.  He kisses her and it revives her.  He holds her, tight, close.  Then he let’s go.  He hugs his family and walks to wait in line.  They stare intensely at one another as he moves closer and closer to the checkpoint.  Finally he waves and is off to his terminal.  She stands there, as if he is going to come rushing back, like in one of those romantic comedies, but that only happens on the big screen.  She says goodbye to his family and refuses an invitation to dinner.  She sits in her car and cries.  People stare.  She stops and then starts again.

    The drive home was complicated. Though she has managed to stop the tears for now, something doesn’t feel right, she doesn’t feel right.  It scares her and she pulls over a few times to try to see if the feeling would pass.  It didn’t.  She’s makes it home and is in bed trying to wrap her psyche around the fact that Andre is gone.  She second-guesses her decision not to tell and she wonders how she will when the time is right.

    To be continued…

    © LaRonda Moore

    ***He Listens Series Homepage


  • He Listens (Chapter 5) (1/23/2017)

    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.


    ....Continued (flashback)- 

    She wonders if it will make him come home, and if he comes will he resent her and the baby.  She wonders.  And as she does, a sharp pain hits her in the stomach, then another right after the first.  She sits up and tries to stand and a third cramp comes that knocks her back to the bed.  She can feel something wet.  She takes her hand and rubs it.  It’s blood.  She struggles to grab the phone and dials 911.  The ride to the hospital is a blur.  She’s in a cold room half coherent, waiting for the doctor.  He enters.  “Kayla, you are threatening a miscarriage, and we are putting you on immediate bed rest.  You can go home in the morning, but for now just get some rest.”

    Kayla is home, in her bed as the doctor prescribed.  She talks to Andre frequently but still keeps her secret.  In fact, Dawn is the only one who knows and that is only because she drove her home from the hospital.  During her bed sentence, she bonds with the baby.  She prays for a girl.  She reads and sings to her and uses speakerphone when she talks to Andre so that the baby will know her daddy’s voice.  Luckily two of her four classes were online courses so she was able to maintain the workload for them, but her professors in the other two were less than cooperative.  She ends up dropping those classes and remains hidden in her tiny off campus apartment as her belly begins to grow.  

    It is now becoming more and more difficult to come up with excuses for why her mother and baby sisters can’t come over to visit.  And the excuses stop four weeks later, when Karah is tired of being played off and demands an explanation of what is really going on.  Kayla confesses.  They both cry, and the following morning, she finds her mother and sister at her front door.  They spend the day talking, laughing, and planning.  According to the doctor, she has one week left and then she should be out of the danger zone.  Then, she will tell Andre.

    The next night, right before bed, she feels a sharp pain that is all too familiar.   This can’t be happening again, she did everything the doctor told her to.  Another pain hits, followed by another one that is even more intense.  She calls the ambulance and her mother.  Her mother calls Karah and Dawn.  As she waits she can feel the blood running down her legs, she cries.  And when the medics transfer her onto the gurney, she begs for them to save her baby.   The doctor tries, but is unsuccessful.

    She lay on her side in the hospital bed as the tears flow from her eyes.  This time she didn’t need to hear from the doctor, she already knows.  Her mother and Dawn are sitting on the edge of the bed and Karah is standing by the window.   The room is silent, except for Kayla’s sniffles.  Her mother wipes her eyes, kisses her cheek, and tells her that everything will be okay.  The nurse comes in to check on her and she talks to Kayla, but Kayla doesn’t hear her.  She looks at the nurse and nods when she feels it’s appropriate, but she hears nothing.  Absolutely nothing.

    To be continued…

    © LaRonda Moore

    ***He Listens Series Homepage

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