I remember seeing my Mothers face on the news, trying to read the headlines, spelling out each word aloud.
This is how I taught myself to read, reading the breaking news. Of my Mother. A murderer. Small towns in New York State don't often come across murderers. My Mom was now a spectacle. And so was I. I was cooed upon, dotted on, pitied, all of the general emotions.
At first I didn't get it. My Mom hadn't come home, and why? She had saved me, saved me from this man. Saved us from the intruder.
As it ends up she was the intruder, the one the man had to fear.
She was the wasn't the only one holding a gun that night.
But she shot first.
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ActionWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
