By Katherine Monet

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In the town of Sweet Rollinghill, South Carolina, a fictional town you might think is the most beautiful place on earth, where there are lakes, wonderful sunny days, forests, and cozy cafes. But you should know that everyone in this town whispers. They whisper your name behind your back and talk bad. We are known for our sweet nature, by we I mean them, The Blossoms. The Blossoms are four kind women, Malia, Willow Di, Kendall, and Garland Rose. Each of these women have gotten through a lot together. 

Over the course of the years of high school, college, and even in their parenthood. On one sunny morning was once again another downfall. Sitting on a bench on the sidewalk, Malia, a dark red head, light skinned woman wore a pink shirt, blue striped crossed white skirt up to her knees, and a pair of white pink laced shoes. She had a notebook against her crossed leg and was deep in writing. A shadow approached, Malia looked up to see Kendall’s dark chestnut figure, swept blue black hair, and deep green blue eyes. 

“Hey Malia, I see you’re writing again,” Kendall said. 

“Yes I am. Trying to though,” Malia said back. 

“I see. Well it’s not an easy life when the things you love the most are the last thing you do after you’ve got four kids,” Kendall told Malia. 

“Ditto to that. Even after having my blessed darlings, doesn’t mean there’s much less to do,” Malia said. 

“I agree, kids slash teens can be tough to handle,” Kendall said as she took a seat next to Malia. 

“You’re telling me. I have three, you’re the lucky one. You only have two,” Malia said. 

“Two is enough for me,” Kendall said back. 

“How you holding up by the way? You know from the summer, when Kerry Withers told everyone about the night Robert’s car crashed in the house,” Malia asked and put her hand on Kendall’s shoulder supportively. 

“Yeah I remember that night. Can you believe that Kerry thought it was my car in the house? Seriously, was she the one who told everyone I drove into the house?” Kendall asked. 

“Unfortunately, yes. But I am glad your house is as beautiful as ever,” Malia said and let down her hand from Kendall’s shoulder.

“Thank you. That’s enough of a memory lane.” Kendall said as she got up. “Oh, and by the way don’t forget it’s Free It Out night.” 

“Got it. See you later,” Malia said and smiled. Kendall fake smiled back. Kendall sighed deeply, eyes down to the ground, and walked away. 

Going down memory lane with Kendall is a bit tough, including the others, that’s why they invented the Free It Out night. To let out everything. 

At the Cold Magnolia café, Robert, Kendall’s husband and Garland Rose who owns the café sat across each other while drinking their coffees. 

“I was wondering if you could help me out with something,” Robert started. 

“Sure, what is it?” Garland Rose asked and pushed back her brown straight long hair behind her ear. 

“You see, Kerry Withers has done a lot of damage over the summer and spread rumors that Kendall drove into the house. What I want to help with is that Kendall is really struggling with financial payments over the house. I found out through Willow Di that you know a financial advisor who can help with all the financial needs,” Robert explained. 

“I see. Listen, Robert. I really would reach out to my financial advisor but you know how time is money. I have to give at least two per cent of my earnings to the café. I say this as a friend that this is the wrong way. Maybe there’s another way.” Garland Rose explained. 

“But. I’m running out of options. Please, I need to help my wife,” Robert pleaded and stared at Garland with his worried light brown eyes. He ran his fingers through his dark blond crew cut hair in desperation. 

“Tell you what. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll run a secret fundraising campaign to help her out and might as well help other people who are struggling. Ever since Mayor Withers has stacked up the expenses of homes, Kendall isn’t the only one. But if Kendall ever finds out about this campaign, you know what’s going to happen. ” Garland suggested. 

“It’s a great idea…” Robert trailed off was distracted by the entrance of Mayor Withers. 

Garland Rose got up from her seat, “Good morning, Mayor Wither’s. Would you like your usual coffee?” She offered and smiled. 

“Yes, please,” Mr. Withers replied. Garland went behind the counter and prepared Mayor Withers coffee. Mayor Withers is a tall, slender man with tousled curly light brown hair and the dim lights of the café made his gold brown eyes sparkle, spotted Robert near by at table and approached him.

“Hi Robert. How ya’ll doing this fine morning?” Mayor Withers greeted Robert. 

“I’m doing just fine,” Robert said as he got up from his seat and pushed in the chair. 

“Where ya’ll going?” Mayor Withers suspiciously asked. 

“Somewhere where I need to be. As in no one’s business. By now Mayor Withers you should know that by now after what happened last summer,” Robert sneakily reminded. “And one more thing, don’t ya dare do what you did. You may be Mayor of Sweet Rollinghill, but that doesn’t make you any different from every citizen.” Robert whispered, then headed out the cafe. 

Last summer was tough for everyone. First, Mayor Leonard Withers decided to raise house expenses, which caused a lot of people like Kendall who’s overwhelmed with such payments. The chain reaction continued when Kendall wasn’t like her usual self, all over the place, and her punctuality got the best of her to meet up with business partners. But somehow, someone turned on Robert’s car with no passenger inside had crashed into the home leaving a broken Kendall had a major panic attack.  A lot has happened that summer. That summer was a bittersweet one. But as bittersweet that summer was, it isn’t the word to describe a person who would go out of his way to expose everyone’s business and that’s exactly what Mayor Withers did. 

At the police precinct, Willow Di, a detective, was talking with Cece Cade. Willow Di sat behind the desk and Cece on a chair across from her. 

“I will definitely get  on Mayor Withers’ case,” Willow Di told Cece. 

“Thank you so much for hearing me out. Ever since he has exposed me to stealing money, I knew he’s not a good Mayor. We need a Mayor who cares and takes action, not someone who’s willing to take advantage of all that power for their own personal gain,” Cece told Willow Di. 

Willow Di searched in Cece’s blue deeply upset eyes. 

“I know how tough this is for you and everyone else. Mayor Withers is going down, for sure.” Willow Di said reassuringly. 

“Thank you so much Willow Di. I really appreciate your efforts. I really hope this town could one day become a serenity.” Cece said as she got up from her seat, fixed her white flowered dress, and headed out the office. 

Willow Di, looked outside her window at the right with her gray blue eyes, pushed back her shoulder length dark brown gold blond ended hair. She sighed deeply understanding the hard work she would have to do in order to bring down Mayor Withers. If Withers is out of the picture, who’s going to fill his shoes?  She thought. 

That night, Willow Di, Garland Rose, Kendall, and Malia met up at Malia’s house for their Free It Out night, the usual meet up place. The four women sat down around the granite island counter in the kitchen and sat on high cushioned adjustable stools. On the island counter, there was a blender, margarita glasses with a blend of lime, seven up, and rum, there were empty cans of seven up, and squeezed limes. 

“I got some news,” Willow Di started. 

“What is it?” Malia asked. 

“It was about time that I should’ve done this. I have a new case. That case is taking down Mayor Withers,” Willow Di told them. 

“Yes, finally. Thank goodness. It’s about time there should be some good things going on in this town,” Garland Rose said relieved. 

“But here’s the problem. If I go forward in this and Withers is out of the picture, who’s going to be Mayor? But that leads to another problem. Another major fight will break out and if the wrong person is elected, then this town will get a whole lot worse” Willow Di explained. 

“That’s the last thing this town needs. We need to do something fast.” Kendall said with urgency in her voice. 

“You know what else this town needs?” Malia asked, hinting her answer. 

“A better Mayor and raising salaries.” Garland Rose answered. 

“Yes, that too. But I think everyone here in town is bitter to their very core, we need something sweet. For goodness sake, this town is literally called Sweet Rollinghill. We need to sweeten it up.” Malia said with spirit. 

“How are we supposed to do that?” Kendall asked and took a sip of her drink. 

“I know exactly how. This has been a dream I’ve always had since high school. That is to have my own bakery. What do you think?” Malia said excitedly. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” Garland Rose said supportively. 

“What about we all chip in. Not only can it be a bakery, but also something more. What I mean by that, what if we had a dance studio, art classes, and workshops.” Kendall added. 

“Oh wow. I love that idea Kendall,” Willow Di said enthusiastically. 

“I think this is the beginning of a great idea,” Garland Rose said. 

“All hands,” Malia said and put out her hand in midair. 

The others put their hands on top of each other and altogether they threw their hands in the air and cheered, “To The Sweet Blossoms.” 

On that night, was the birth of the great, Sweet Blossom Sprinkle Bakery and Studio. 

That same night, Mayor Withers was at his home office looking out the window up to the full moon with a mug of decaf coffee, thinking. His wife Kerry walked in. “What are you thinking about?” She asked him. 

He took a sip. “I’m thinking how I can go about my sweet revenge,” Leonard answered. 

“To whom?” She asked. 

“The Blossoms women and The Blossoms husbands among many others in this town,” he answered. 

“Why?” Kerry asked curiously. 

“They all took something from me in high school, my dignity, my pride, and my belongings each of them stole. They all must be punished, my love.” Leonard answered without turning his back and took another sip of his coffee. “There won’t be another sweet escape this time,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk. And hell bitter is loose.  

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