Tuesday, March 13, 2018
My neighbour
She was the adopted youngest child in a loveless family. At eight we were besties. By twelve she was moving in different circles. At sixteen she was kicked out of school for calling in a bomb threat. At nineteen she disappeared forever. She is considered a runaway. No-one looked. I hope she ran away.
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I hope so too.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a sad and quietly horrific tale.
ReplyDeleteI was afraid of her, but always knew there was a solid reason for her being the way she was. Her parents were harsh disciplinarians, and I suspected two of her older brothers were possibly sexually abusive to her.
DeleteThis is a gem of a short story.
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