Larry White
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The Darkness
I know that my eyes are open. All I can see is darkness. I feel dirt on my cheek. The smell of earth is in my nose. Slight pain in my knees and my chest. A small rock stabbing me in my rib. Are my eyes open? I am on the ground, flat on the ground face first. Why am I on the ground? I was walking and now? I pause a second to let the thoughts settle. I was walking toward the house. It is so dark I can’t see the ground. I have to be careful. I have to get up, what if I was heard? I reach with my left hand and feel the ground ahead of me.
By Larry White5 years ago in Fiction
A Bear Named Cubby
Dad looked over at the end of the couch and saw his son’s head nodding. He smiled, as every dad would, as he looked upon his young son holding his bear and dressed in his pajamas. His son seemed to be trying his best to sit up straight, to get the most out of this day, extend it for all it was worth. But sleep was taking over. The proud dad reached over and gently tapped his son’s leg. His son sprang up straight again, as if to say, “I was never asleep.”
By Larry White5 years ago in Families
