The Boy Who Remembered
The fluorescent bulbs hummed loud in her ears as she stood at the counter, making her wonder why the foreboding sound went unnoticed by the hundreds of people who visited the store each day. It always screamed from the ceiling on days like this. She thought that maybe it was her subconscious begging her to run from this place. There were more callings as well. The sweet smell transpiring under her arms and between her legs was a reminder to keep her distance from others. The cling of damp fabric on her chest was crying for her to walk away, to shed the layers of guilt and shame that she wore daily. “Just leave!”
