Timmy was fast asleep. He awakened in the middle of the night, when he felt a slight cool breeze. He got out of his broken bed to close the window. While he was at the window, he saw a flickering light in the distance. It looked like someone holding a flashlight, but who would be up this late? He decided to forget about the weird light, and so he went to sleep.
The next day, he decided to go look by the riverbed, where the light seemed to come from. There, he saw tracks. Car tracks. But why? Not any car would travel in soft soil like this. These questions ran through his head as he and his mom got ready to leave, although they were traveling to who knows where?
Anfernee came running out of his house. He had to run away. Far away. So that nobody could find him. Because what he saw was so horrible, so graphic, so surreal, that he had to leave now.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
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