The Night Walk

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A girl slips out her window one night...

Submitted: April 24, 2010

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Silence.

She strains her ears for any footstep, rustle, any sort of movement. Within the house, the TV buzzes and the fridge hums quietly to itself. When she is certain of safety, certain the house and all it's contents are asleep, she slips her feet from under the warm covers to the floor. The bed groans in protest as she leaves it. Her shoes sink into the soft carpet as she pads across the bedroom. She looks out at the darkness through her previously unlatched window, and bites her lip. Then she slips her fingers underneath the neatly white-painted wood. She slowly lifts the window, and it emits a small creak. She instantly freezes, alert, and tense. When no noise is heard, she crawls onto the desk and, feet first, lets herself out the window. It is a different world, a dark, cold world.

Her warm, familiar room is left behind and is replaced with this deserted suburban night. She hugs the sweatshirt tight to her body, and heads to the street. A lamp down the street flickers, and goes out, and she begins to walk. Her corduroy pants swish together as she steps, and her converse pad against the cement ground. The black and gray clouds above look close to rain. She walks, shivering in the cool night air. As she is crossing the street, a bus roars by and flattens her to the ground.

Silence.


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