Debut Spotlight, Karma by Teresa Hurst

 

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According to Merriam-Webster, the definition of karma is the force generated by a person’s actions held in Hinduism and Buddhism to perpetuate transmigration and in its ethical consequences to determine the nature of the person’s next existence. But I prefer my definition – the way I make people pay for their action, good or bad. I bring karma much sooner than the next life to those who deserve it. I am taking fate into my own hands, and it just might kill me, but then it’ll be what I deserve too.

I definitely didn_t need to complicate this trip any further, but I was almost certain at this point that I wasn_t going to be able to resist the temptation.

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As I reached the bottom of the staircase, I saw Gayle’s bags sitting by the front door. Once again, a sinking feeling of fear rushed over me. This was going to be much harder than I had anticipated. I felt my breathing start to get heavy, and my heart began to race. I was losing my cool. I needed Gayle. I needed her now. “Gayle! Where are you?” I shouted across the house.

“I’m right here, dear. Why did you sound so panicked?” Gayle came strolling out of the kitchen with a worried look on her face.

The mere sight of her calmed me down. I would never make it through this life without her. “No reason. I guess I’m just a bit on edge this morning. I don’t really know why.” I hated lying to her.

“Everything is going to be fine. You do this every time you go out of town. Maybe you don’t realize it, but you do. If you would just let people know that it’s you instead of trying to hide your good deeds, you wouldn’t be so stressed out.” She was smiling at me in a way that made me think of my mother.

I sighed. “You know I can’t do that. It’s not truly a good deed if you’re looking for a pat on the back for having done it.”

“You sound like your mother. Letting people know you did it doesn’t mean you are looking for a pat on the back. I understand that you don’t want to be praised, but is it worth the secrecy if it causes you such mental anguish?” She had a point, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.

The dogs had joined us by this point, and they were both nipping at my feet. “I’d have it either way. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.”

“Have it your way, then.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes. She was the queen of the eye roll. “I’ll be here for you either way. Except for the next few days, of course! Thank you so much for letting me go see the kids. I’ve really missed them.”

I shooed the dogs away and gave her a hug. “You know you don’t have to wait for me to tell you to go, but we won’t get into that debate again today. Save it for another time.” I stepped back and looked at her bags sitting by the door. “Have you got everything together already? Can I help you with anything?”

“It’s all done. I’ve actually just been waiting for you to come down. Unlike some people in this house, I didn’t spend half the day in bed.” She laughed.

The dogs had come back and were desperately trying to get our attention. It was obvious they knew they were about to go somewhere. They absolutely loved going for rides in the car. “My apologies. Next time I’ll set my alarm for four.”

“Well, then you’d only be an hour behind me!” She pinched my earlobe again. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to go ahead and leave now. I don’t want to get caught up in morning traffic.”

I reached down and picked up one of her bags. It was heavier than I had expected it to be. “That’s fine. Let me help you load these bags into the car.”

We carried the bags to her car, and the dogs came bouncing behind us. I spent several minutes petting and hugging them before they happily jumped into her back seat. I turned to Gayle to hug her. She could see the tears that were beginning to flood my eyes.

“Why are you crying? It’s only a week!” She wiped a tear from my cheek.

I took her hand in mine. “I know, but I do actually miss you when you aren’t around.”

“You won’t even notice. You’ve got plenty to do to keep yourself occupied. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have suggested that I leave in the first place. I love you sweetheart. I’ll call you as soon as I get to Laura’s house. I should be there around two.” She walked over and closed the trunk of her car.

I was frozen. I couldn’t make myself move. This really hurt. “Okay. I love you! Drive carefully, and call me if there are any delays.” I was choking on my words.

“I will. I love you too!” She hugged me, and I didn’t want to let go. I wanted her to stay. I didn’t want to go through with this any longer.

It felt like a final goodbye. I didn’t think it was possible, but my heart sank even further. How was I supposed to make it through this? I must be completely insane to believe that I can accomplish this and come out of it without consequences. There are always consequences, and this time they were going to be bad.

I stood in silence as I watched her car turn out of the driveway. Wiping away tears, I headed back into the house. Stepping into the living room, I felt utterly alone. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. I had so much to get done today, but no desire to do any of it at the moment.

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Teresa Hurst grew up in a small town in Alabama but currently resides in Ohio. Her first book “Karma” was released in September 2018. She primarily writes in the mystery/suspense/thriller genres, but has plans to branch out to other genres in the future.

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