“Mornin’, Jackson!” Mr. Pears waved at me.
“Hello, Mr. P-P-Pears…”
“Hey Jackson, what do you think of my pirouette?” Trix beamed.
I smiled. “You’re getting b-b-better each day.”
Same thing happens every morning when I walk to school…
After crossing the street, I looked back at the rubble of destruction where Bidwell Exchange had been.
Mr. Pears waved at me again with the scorched stump where his arm had been.
And Trix smiled at me in her soot-stained tutu, jaw melted and teeth exposed halfway up her cheek.
I kept walking, saddened and frightened as their envious gazes followed me.
© 2013 K.Z. Morano