Never On The Sunday Novels & Stories

It won’t happen again. * Scarlet’s bedroom door is closed when I get up Sunday morning. Technically, Sundays are to be her day off. Unless some big crime happens in Eastwood and I have to go in, I’m always off on Sundays. It was discussed with her before she even started, but seeing her door shut like that makes a bad feeling form in the pit of my stomach.

I remembered asking the maids in the house the other day to take all the pictures of Zeus in that area and transfer it to the dedicated mini gallery upstairs where I hang all of our pictures together. “Whatever you wanted to talk to me, you could have at least schedule a meeting with my secretary. Sorry but I do not entertain guests on Sundays. It is family time. You can leave.” I motioned at the open door on his side to emphasize my point but he did not move. He returned the frame on the cabinet and walked to me. “I wanted to talk to you.” “You did not hear what I said? I don’t talk about business on Sundays. Leave now.” I turned my back at him but then he gripped my wrist and spun me aroun

"Every Sunday morning? You always insisted on taking the route past that coffee shop because you loved the smell of fresh pastries." I stare at him like he just announced he's actually a lizard person. "What are you talking about?" "Our Sunday runs," he repeats, like I'm crazy. "You don't remember? We did it for months. It was our thing." 'Our thing? Is this man actually insane?'

he asked. "Yes of course, when will be okay with you?", I asked. "Any day is okay for me,how about Wednesday Friday and Sunday?", he asked. "Oh no I can't do Sundays, I play video games with my friend Ethan, it's like a ritual, I can't miss a day", I said. He nodded. "Okay how about Tuesday?", he asked. I nodded, "Yes thats fine", I said. "Alright then, and thank you so much for today, I honestly owe you a lot", he said leaving my room as I walked him downstairs.

At least he didn't look high he knew the rules. Caitlin was going crazy in my arms her arms and legs going a mile a minute. Her three favorite old guys were here. Her variation of grandpa that sounded more like grappa was chortled as she reached out her arms. To keep the peace I held onto her as I stepped aside to let them in. "Don't you three have work? Cy what's going on down at the shop?" "Son it's Sunday the shop's closed." "Yeah I forgot, so that means you two are off today too?"

Sunday’s were never too busy, but it gave us time to make sure everything was ready for the week ahead of us. I was opening today; my boss doesn’t work Sundays, only one of the other guys and me usually. My colleague Nate was waiting for me to arrive. “Good morning Nate, how are you on this beautiful Sunday morning?” I said happily. “I am good, bud, thanks,” He smiled, “What has got you so happy? Did you get laid or something last night,” He added, chuckling. “No, it has just been a good couple of days, that is all,” I laughed.

I’d be a great father and a dutiful partner. Until then, I just needed to keep everything together. “Why Sunday?” she asked me. “Everything’s going to change,” I said. “No more late nights. No more working on the weekends. And that all starts on Sunday.” But first, I had to survive Saturday night…

I mean, I told him on his first day here that he didn't have to worry about me being around him, that I would leave him alone. I'm starting to think I was lying to myself when I said that to him because here I am, standing in front of his room, hand lifted to knock whenever I'm ready. Today is Sunday, and Papa doesn't work on Sundays mainly because he says it's a rest day and a day for the family to spend together. That means Eugene also has off today from work. I look at the door and then at my hand. I take in a deep breath and blow out. Closing my eyes, I knock three times and open them again. Here goes nothing.

~ Diamond ~ Sundays are my favorite days. Why? Well, my mom goes to the salon with her friends for her weekly maintenance. Hair, nails, wax, you name it… it’s like a Sunday ritual. While I get to spend the day at home gawking at my hot and sexy stepfather. Their marriage isn’t exactly good, he’s her third husband and I’m pretty sure he won’t be her last. My mom’s just… like that. He works out every Sunday between three and five p.m and I plan to disrupt his activities today. I just have to wait for my mom to leave but for some unknown reason, she seems to be taking forever.

“Then you should know Balkiss is better.” Amira put Classico coffee in her basket. “I’ll keep what I have, thank you.” He smiled and dropped it. They both started moving down the aisle in the same direction, which made walking away from the conversation without being rude impossible, so she didn’t try. “Tuesday shopper,” he said. “Best day?” “Best day. You?” “I used to do Sundays. It’s terrible. Everyone does Sundays.” “You’re right. Everyone does Sundays. And they all bring their whole family.” She agreed.