Mother is Late
At a time like this. On days like this. Gehena peered down the empty street then stepped away from the window. The thin curtain fell into place. Gehena subsided into her chair hunched with worry.
Shadows swung slowly across the room. At long last Gehena heard the key scrape in the lock. She sprang to her feet, ‘Where have you been?’
Her brother sagged against the door frame, exhausted. Behind him the growing cone loomed over the quiet city. He tossed the package onto the floor, ‘There was another fight. I’m sick. You have to leave. Now.’
This is #12 in the ‘Beyond the Streets‘ sequence.
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