Denise Evans

The Locket

Cindy was at the window, gazing out between the boards. It was an upstairs window, her bedroom, and like all the other windows in the house, it had boards criss-crossing, nailed into the siding. Many of the homes in this neighborhood were likewise boarded-up, abandoned. She wanted hers to appear abandoned. She was hiding out there, retreating from the mayhem that was going on all around her. She reflected on what had transpired to bring her life to this point.