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There is no warning rattle at the door. I hear it burst open as the horns bellow through the camp. Voices scream in panic outside our small house. I fall out of bed and hide in the closet just like Mum always tells me to do if the horns ever sound. We are supposed to beContinue reading “Taken”

It comes without warning. It starts as dots in the far corners of my vision. That’s my cue to get somewhere quiet; somewhere I can be alone. Sometimes it takes hours for it to come. I sit in the dark and wait. I hope that the blackness of the room will keep me from seeingContinue reading “Seeing Red”