by T.L. Whitaker A story that was written for my writer’s group. The prompt was Cruising. I was a new adult when I had my daughter. I had just turned 19, a first-time mom and already missing my youth when my older sister came to visit. She was 3 years older and infinitely wiser than I, her being married for…
Annie was nervous about the elevator. She kept to the back and stayed at the ready. There was actual music playing in the elevator, the Girl from Ipanema, she thought. Catchy tune, designed to lull you into forgetting you were in a box that was held by chains and cables. Annie didn’t forget and kept her ears tuned to the…
Annie was surprised. How could someone as big as this kid? Adult? Sneak up on her? Why wasn’t Arthur watching her back as she kicked the door? She shot a look at Arthur who just shrugged. Annie looked closer; there was something off about this kid. He had not even looked at them. He just stood there, shoulders drooping, looking…
Annie sighed. I seem to be doing a lot of that lately, she thought. “What do you want to do?” Arthur’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She sighed again. Annie knew she had to go after the kids, at least make sure they were doing alright. They looked healthy enough. Yet, it was the right thing to do. “Guess we got…
Annie watched him walk down the road. Maybe she should ask his name. Then maybe she shouldn’t. Humanity, was different. It seemed the disease spared those who lived on the fringes of society.
Ok so maybe it has to be written down to be completely effective. Maybe it is only good if on wishes on paper. I mean things like I love you and I hate you are of course more powerful when spoken but really important things like making it rain to shut up the gal next to me , those had…
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