Alan
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Last published Sun, Jul 19, 2015
This is a short version of a long story I'm writing.
What happens when a boy loses his dad?
The crash of the windshield echoed. A large tree fell on the front of his dad’s four-door blue car. Alan got out of his seat in search of his dad. The entire front of the car was occupied by a large tree.
“Daddy.” His voice squeaked,”dad.”
Sirens blared in the distance coming closer to the wreak.
An ambulance and two police cars pulled up to the car. A woman got out of the police car and went over to the ambulance. She pulled a stretcher out of the back and brought it over to the car. Her brown hair was pulled into a tight bun on top of her head and a heart shaped locket hung from her neck. She pulled open the back door of the car and stuck out her hand for Alan to grab.
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