I couldn’t breathe. Why the hell was I doing this? How did I end up in this situation? Each breath was short, sharp. Tiny gulps of air, barely reaching my lungs. I felt like heaving. I was heaving. But nothing came up. I was empty after all. I couldn’t remember the last time I had eaten. That’s what it’s like when you get on the bad side of those that hold the power. I don’t know how I managed that. I guess it’s because I’m an idiot. Or maybe they prey on my weakness, like lions picking on the weakest link of a herd of fleeing antelopes. I’m that really sick one, the one that hobbles along and c
Lucia settled into her bed, its thin sheets and worn pillow tiredly embracing her as it did every night. She sighed, listening intently to the constant, shaking footfalls outside. Like rain comforts one while in the comfort of their bed, whether the gentle patter or the raging downpour, the footfalls and their somewhat erratic rhythm altogether calmed her. On a worn piece of upright wood she had kept a small metal cup, so that she could hear its faint clatter every time it rose so slightly in response to the footfalls.
Suddenly, her entire room shook violently more than ever, accompanied by a clumsy sliding noise that came to an abrupt halt
He sat next to her, smiling gently and holding her hand in his, loosely.
She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with wonder and curiosity at the frothing waves so far below and the night sky punctuated with little glimmering punches of white. Almost imperceptibly, she leaned in, her eyes slowly closing and her hold on his hand tightening ever so gradually.
He reacted inwardly almost instantaneously; he was not ready for intimacy. He jumped up, looking down on her.
She looked at him, eyes now wide with barely concealed surprise and hurt. She also stood up, but slowly and reluctantly.
And all she did was take one long look at him before
The walls shake and I feel dizzy and sick. Sprawling in a space, with other humans, the squirming mass of human below me makes me feel like vomiting. Nothing is still. Nothing is calm. A little girl tries to stand, her father or uncle or just a stranger attempting to push her up. As she is hoisted up with an arm, her little face has a tinge of happiness and my heart flutters for her. That little moment of joy among this roiling epitome of despair fills me with momentary elation.
A jarring jolt from outside brings her crashing back into the moving mass, her face contorting with fear and apprehension. Once again, she is part of the mass and is
“Hey, miss, we only have one tiny rule here and you can’t even get your kid to listen to it?” sighed the only employee in the store. He needed money and working at this place had been his only option. He didn’t care for the work at all, or the ones he was supposed to ‘look after’.
“If I were you, I’d treat my customers with a little more respect,” replied the woman haughtily.
“Why not try and show the little guys some respect then, huh?” Not that he cared much about them, but he was sure he wouldn’t want some kid banging on his walls.
“I should’ve known the
We are brought up this way. Taught to hide and fear. The world is poisonous and dangerous, to be sheltered from like acid rain. We cower and flinch, obscured by our troubled upbringings. We are happy-not abused or neglected- but we are indoctrinated with fear. Fear for the world around us, fear for everything out there, shrouded in layers of tales and ghastly stories. Going outside is like jumping into a burning fire, and exploring it is like allowing the licks of flames to engulf you. Being seen is like being incinerated suddenly and all at once. From the day we are born, it is pressed into our minds, our hands, our every fibre that it is ba
Standing next to a wooden textured surface, she ran her hand over it, taking comfort in its familiar and rough surface as she prepared to go on the run of her life. You could say that it was a rite of passage or a claim to adulthood. Everyone did it some time or the other, but it had to be done. Her nerves were in a frenzy and she mentally imagined herself collecting them and bundling them together. It helped, a little. The faint sound of metal scraping against metal signaled that it was go time. She rose up on to the balls of her feet, grabbed the wooden surface one more time for reassurance and took off.
Zac reached the door and tugged at