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Grandma's Cabinet
I thought of friends as transparent windows until a close friend became shadier than any window I ever peered through. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets to her shoulder blades. Her green eyes hid behind long, thick lashes. I considered her the prettiest of all my friends, except for one flaw. A tiny scar living above her left eye.One crack in her surface. She said her father gave it to her when he found out where she lived with her mother. She said he nearly beat her to death. She said she had to be hospitalized for two months because of a broken leg. Then she told us her father was murdered in...
GO OR STAY?
It was the end of a very busy week. Snap tests and papers due. Linda was exhausted. She couldn't wait to get home. While waiting for the bus with some of her fellow students, all she could hear was what are you wearing? Do you think Jim will be there? And I’m so excited. As the others were getting on the bus, Linda heard Kathy ask, “Are you coming tonight?” It’s a good thing the bus door closed before Linda could give her an answer.I really don’t want to go, Linda says to herself. I would prefer to stay home and start reading this new book I picked up at the library. Just as she got...
Can't Go Home Again
I was seven when the people in suits came to take me away. I remember thinking how rich they must be since Mama had always told me that people wearing suits were rich. I don’t think I understood what was happening at first. Mama was crying, but the suit people were so kind that I figured thwww.onedoor.ccere couldn’t be anything really wrong. Mama was just having another one of her crying days. She had them every so often - days when she couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t take me to school, or make me dinner. On the really bad crying days, she would sometimes scream and yell and throw things, just like she w...
Claritas
Clara sits down by the shore, pushing her toes into the sand, listening to the waves crash over the rocks and watching their spray become momentarily illuminated by the glow of the moon. She hears a bell from the hills above, the second bell of the night, and knows it is time to return for prayer. Every night, those that remain in Ingquea gather at the altar that graces the highest point in the village to pray humanity will one day walk in the light again. Nobody that Clara knows has ever been able to walk under the sun. Almost three centuries ago, humans were banished to the shadows. It start...