Constellation - n. The configuration of planets at the time of one's birth, regarded by astrologers as determining one's character or fate.
Delia is a young mom that once had dreams but now finds herself stuck.
Stuck in a sleepy town in Georgia.
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When I was a young girl and the fighting between my parents got bad, I would climb out of my window and make my way up the hill overlooking the town. Back then, before developers got a hold of it, Dogwood Acres Mobile Park was prime real estate. It was perched on a flat piece of land looking out over the sleepy town of Beacon, Georgia. I would spread out my blanket far away enough from the trailers so I didn't hear the din of the re-runs playing on people's old black and whites or the loud voices of my parents fighting over my Father's most recent failed scheme.
I would start by staring out on the town wondering what other people were doing right then, what their lives were like. But, inevitably, I would wind up laying on my back looking at the stars thinking about what was past Dogwood Acres, outside of Beacon. I made a promise to myself that one day, I would leave and explore what was out there beyond the stars that hung over this little town.
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My name is Delia and this is my story.
I guess first and foremost I am a Mom. I have a beautiful little girl named Ashlyn which is the phonetic spelling of Ashling....dream in Gaelic. She was a dream when I saw that tiny little face for the first time. I was so scared and disappointed in myself when I found out I was pregnant but then she was here and I never looked back or should I say I never looked up again.
Me and Ashlyn live in a tiny one bedroom apartment on the edge of town. It's not much but it's what I can afford....barely. He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless is no help at all, he is whatever it is below no help at all. It was one of those situations that I should have known better. I thought he was listening when I talked about my dreams for the future, about traveling, and learning new things, and seeing what was outside of this dusty old town. What I thought was listening intently was him trying to look down my shirt.
So here I am...23, a single mom, never left my hometown, working a dead end job, living the dream. Har Har.
Speaking of He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless...I just saw his ass get dumped in a spectacular fashion. I am a bartender at a bar called Ribs & More. The bar does not serve ribs or more or even any food. I asked Willy, the owner, why it was called Ribs & More and he said he couldn't recall...so there's that.
Anyway, He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless, was at the bar with his current chick, a blondie with huge knockers. They came in all groping each other and what-not, making me want to throw-up in my mouth and proceeded to get piss drunk. When he went off to the bathroom, he left his phone behind. As soon as he started to retreat, she honed in on it and grabbed it up, going through it. I poured myself a Coca-Cola, filled up a bowl of peanuts, and got ready for the show. I knew what was coming. She started to splutter, and then make screechy noises. He came back on the scene just as she was slamming it to pieces on the edge of the bar. At this point, everyone was staring....someone even went so far as to quiet the jukebox.
"What the hell are you doing," asks you know who. This makes her bang the phone even harder. She didn't seem able to respond.
"I think she may be breaking your phone," I offered. I heard a few snickers.
"Shut up Delia. I can see what she's doing. I want to know why she is doing it." I tapped a finger against my lips.
"Place your bets," I called out. "Five bucks for sexting."
"Five on Porn," supplied Gus, one of the regulars.
"Gay porn," called out someone else.
"Sending naked pictures," said Willy as he slapped down a fiver.
"Granny porn," yelled old Otto.
At this point, she seemed to gain the ability to speak again.
"Dick pic," she screamed, before throwing the cell phone across the bar and taking her pretty-near full beer and splashing him in the face with it. She grabbed her purse and stomped out.
"Dick pic for the win," I said grabbing up the bills and handing them over to a very happy Willy as the crowd clapped.
"Go to hell, Delia," said He-Who-Shall-Remain-Nameless as he wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, taking off after Blondie.
