I felt small enough to fit inside the pothole I was on.
The road was littered with debris- a brown shoe, pair of glasses, road map, backpack, a white sheet.
I turned my head away when my eyes fell on the white sheet.
I heard no noise except my labor breathing.
No one came for me.
I was alone.
I wanted mom.
I pulled my legs in closer to my chest and wrapped my arms around them.
I rested my head on my knees and watched drops ripple on the pavement.
The glare of the lights didn’t touch me but I saw their reflection in the rain: blue, white, red, blue, white, red.
The word suddenly exploded with all the noise and pain I had been holding away.
“Mom?” I screamed hysterically.
“Cassidy?” Mom’s hysteria climbed. “Where’s my daughter?”
“We’ve accounted for everyone,” was the answer.
“My daughter was in the car with her dad!” Mom screamed.
I watched long inhuman shadows fall across me and move on. I heard my name again and again.
I screamed in answer.
“Cassidy?” I filtered Mom’s voice through the chaos.
“Here! I found her!”
I closed my eyes and let go.
I was safe.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I am not sure how I want to run this blog so I'm just going to write pieces of my first book and see how it looks in print!
I could see them all around me, their faces stunned.
My confession sickened them; it sickened me.
I dropped the rock.
No on would want me now. No sphere was bold enough to draw me into its residence.
I felt a hand on my arm but when I turned it was no one. Just a breeze glancing against my skin.
I bent down to my pack like a rheumatoid victim, slowly, not allowing my joints to fully bend. I connected the pack around my waist and started off in the direction I hoped was home.
"You are nothing!" The hiss took flight and stabbed me. My steps halted.
"You have and always will be in the shadows."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "That was impressive, Alyson." I said
I twisted my upper body to look at her. My lower body slowly caught up.
"That sentence sounded literary."
"I, what??" She glared and I smiled.
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