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Maribel’s bare feet slapped against the packed dirt as she ran into the city. The only faces she saw were of those still closing up their shops. No one looked twice at her and most averted their gazes to not even look once. But she paid them no mind, her own eyes on her feet so she wouldn’t trip. There wasn’t time to spare for stumbling and possible injury. Once she passed through the city square, she slowed to a walk to pay closer attention to the street signs. She’d memorized the directions long ago in hope that she’d be able to find...
I’m counting to ten, my fist clenched in my lap. But when I open my eyes again, you’re still standing there. And I can tell by the look on your face that you’re waiting for a response. But I don’t have one. Not one you’ll like anyway. “Lauren, please see me after class.” You walk away and ask someone else to answer the question on the board. I stare at your shoes and bite the inside of my cheek. Why do you always call on me when you know I don’t know the answer? When you know it will only make the other kids tease me and...
Dearest Marianna, It is with deep regret that I must write the following words. Your father has passed on. I was there when it happened, and I promise you there was nothing in my power I could do to prevent it. I would have gone in his place, if that were possible. Your brother will return with your father’s material possessions. The military will be in touch regarding any compensation your family is to be owed. Again, I apologize with my whole heart. And I hope to be released home soon so as to comfort you in any way I am able. Yours truly,...
Submitted to Contest #210
A door slammed, and I flinched. The lights flickered and dust fell from the slats in the ceiling. But then there were heavy footsteps overhead, and I knew I needed to be as quiet as I could possibly be. Slowly, very slowly, I reached my hand out to find the button on my extension cord. The click was too loud, but then the lights went out and I held my breath. The steps continued across the floor and into the next room. Another door slammed and my shoulders fell away from my ears. “That was close,” June whispered. She clicked on the flashligh...
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