A Short Story ^-^
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Thread Topic: A Short Story ^-^
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It’s January again here in Michigan. The “great lake†is covered in a solid encasement of ice and the rocks that crowd the shore have a white dusting of snow. Stubbly sea grass quivers in a cold gust of wind that seems to blow endlessly now and the sand that isn’t frozen to the shore or buried in snow whirls around in a little dust storm. A flock of seagulls that decided to brave the window strut around in the mini dust storm, wondering what happened the to the tourists, (their main food source).
I want to tell them to not waste their time. That they won’t be coming back till summer comes back. I wish someone had told me not to waste my time…
All this is seen from my square window on the top floor of a Craftsman style row house that is squeezed in a long row of other identical row houses. But this isn’t my real home, this is my second home, just temporary. This is my Aunt Amelia’s house, not mine. Mine is with Pop, Mum and Chessy.
But they’re gone, Mum and all the rest, not coming back. And yet here I am, still waiting with unpacked boxes around me, trying to tell myself this is just temporary when it’s not.
I give a tremendous sigh that fogs up my window. I draw a frowning smiley face in the condensation before it disappears. Rolling onto my bed, I look at my slanted ceiling above my head. My room is in the attic, even though Amelia tells me it’s the third floor. I don’t believe her. She just stuffed me up here because she thinks it’s my fault for Mum’s (her sister) death. I agree with her. Because I know I had killed them. My friends, my family.
But if only she knew, if I could make her believe, it was an accident. A one in a million chance accident the police had told me, the doctor’s had told me. Everyone had told me it was an accident. If only I could make myself believe. -
*to brave the winter
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