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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2019
Submitted to Contest #7
My breath quickens, fogging up in front of me like a tiny ghost calling for attention. My feet on the sodden spring path splash mud on my exposed legs. I glance back, hoping to avoid seeing some spectral image coming out of the darkened shed I just exited. The shadows dance around me, swaying to a tune only they can hear. Ahead, I can see the light of the house winking through the dark trees; I wish that I didn’t have to pass through their limbs, creaking in the wind. They reach out to me, as if to beg me to ease their aching arms. I refuse,...
What is it like, I wonder, to belong? These were the thoughts of Denny Clemline, the grimy, hungry ten-year-old. He was a boy of the streets, a grabber of money, and a snatcher of food. Denny had taken to wrapping his hand in a rag, at least then people couldn’t see the scars and puckered tissue; the missing fingers. He had been attacked by an animal when he was small, only escaping without more injuries because his mother was right there when it happened. After that he was regarded as useless, a broken toy to be discarded, and they di...
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