Accidental fugitive
Upon seeing the university police stroll into my apartment looking for me for the third time in as many months, I decided that I was in fact ready to graduate.
Upon seeing the university police stroll into my apartment looking for me for the third time in as many months, I decided that I was in fact ready to graduate.
The nine year old said he had moved on from his best friend, who was killed by a falling branch a year ago, but as he stared at the spot where he died, I knew he hadn't.
My husband's deployment turned out to be a good thing because I realized that I'm a lot happier without him, a lot stronger than I realized, and more importantly that I don't deserve to be verbally abused.
I didn't know I was pregnant, but now that I've lost it, I won't ever tell him because I refuse to let a baby be a trump card.
I searched in vain for my one sentence story until I realized that I'd better search for validation in a more meaningful place.
It's been nine years, but the cemetery keeper still remembers my name.
Twelve years later and I still think someone from the prison is calling to tell me he has died.
It's been so long that I don't even look down your street anymore.