The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

from earlier, just an inch because the radiator made that room hot. A hand was pushing it higher from the fire escape.

A hand in a black glove.

Clara was wedged in the closet, towel around her, eyes so wide her face didn’t look like a child’s face anymore.

I don’t remember crossing the room.

I remember the skillet connecting with fingers.

A grunt outside.continue reading …