Apop Tosis

Take Care

Amy Pontenski sat in the passenger seat of her fathers new Buick. She stared out the window at the passing houses, businesses, and patrol. She pressed her forehead against the plastic covering the window and scratched an itch beneath her mask as it always had a way of irritating her skin. “Stop picking,” Her father Cecil scolded. “I’m just itching,” she grumbled. She sighed loudly thinking to herself, I’ll never be old enough for him to stop scolding me. He looked at her with contempt as though he heard this.