Francis's dark , long, curly hair bounced with every step she took . School was a mile and half from their new home. She still called it new, even though they had lived here , mama and her, for almost five years now. It was almost a record for them.
She reflected on the happenings of the last eight hours on that little stretch of space. It was a good day today until after lunch when the fire alarm got pulled. That's when Francis had a pretty bad panic attack.
Francis wished she could remember more but she couldn't remember screaming or crying. Though she was told she had done both, seemingly simultaneously. School Nurse, Ms. Cate sweetly patted Francis shoulder after Francis woke up and told her all the things she asked when she was gone . That's what her mama calls it. She tells her " Francis , you're gone, honey." When she panics at home so bad she passes out.
Rounding the corner Francis adjusts her backpack on her left shoulder to keep from slouching and speeds up her pace. With the little yellow house in sight, her new home, so far her favorite home, she lets feelings of relief wash over her. She sees a elderly lady talking to her mom and a little bit of her relief becomes apprehensive. Recognizing the lady as " the crazy old woman" again her Mama called Claudine that, not Francis.
Nearing closer, Francis was intrigued at her mother's smile. It was warm and kind. Something strange was happening. Mom never made friends with neighbors. Francis hoped they weren't leaving again. She wanted to stay. They had to stay she thought as she said nothing. Head down to the ground walked past both her mama and Claudine , then went into the house . Like always.
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Bread For April
Short StoryThis is a tale about how one life connects to other lives. Truths don't always come with explanations . Angels guide us. But the reasons why are a mystery. at least in the beginning...
