Libby Black

Running Away

Two weeks. That’s how long Brooklyn had been hiding under her house. In a way the cramped space was comforting, she used to hide there when she was a kid. Her mother would have these “moods” as she called it, and Brooklyn would seek shelter under the house in the cold dirt. The bugs and spiders never bothered her; in fact, they would fascinate her. Even now, watching the spider crawl over her hand was calming, took her mind off the insanity going on out there or what she assumed was going on out there.