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April 9, 2007

4.9.07

April is the Cruelest Month, so let's write about cruelty.

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The door slammed and the key turned and Sam heard the booted footsteps stomping angrily down the hall. He listened, like he had before, to the car start and leave, and only after it was well gone did he take an easy breath.

Knowing the bitter struggle of being in “the box”, he curled up and sobbed quietly, also knowing that it’s better than being out.

Sam turned his mind to planning an escape, how he would run when released. That’s what he must do, he must run, and run, and never come back, when his daddy came back home.

Posted by: kipp at April 9, 2007 6:16 PM · Permalink