By Richard Brown
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Nothing but a little ash lay there, probably scattered by the wind from the open window. ” He pulled open each of the four drawers and rummaged through them. ” “Go out to the car and bring me the photos. ” Simmons carefully butted through the mass of media, ignoring any questions on his way to the car. He opened the passenger door and snatched the manila folder lying on the back seat. Upstairs, Isaac stood at the side of the small bed, examined the fine gray ash below, and tried hard to shake the intoxicating perfume from his senses.
But right as she would fall asleep, a horrible vision would pop into her head—visions of disease, some even of death. Afterward, her heart would race, her lungs would tighten, and her eyes would be open again. Fifteen minutes had passed before Carol finally decided to close her eyes again, and that’s when she heard the footsteps in the hallway. She sat up in bed and listened. The footsteps moved closer. The hallway light now shined from underneath the door. Carol looked over at James sleeping soundly beside her and wondered whether to wake him, but before she could finish pondering, the bedroom door cracked open and her daughter emerged in the light.
She could fake a cough, say her tummy hurts, but mom wouldn’t believe it. She never did. What else was there? The truth? Carol entered her daughter’s room with all the force of a tornado. ” she asked. Lori stood in the corner of the bedroom looking out the window, watching bus number 254 slowly accelerate down Maria Avenue. A thick fog of gray exhaust expired from the tailpipe as the bus rolled along the street, further away. She could see faces through the plastic windows. Some were faces she knew, some were faces she had dealt with, or could deal with, and some were faces that dealt with her.