NaPoWriMo Day 2

Resisting a Steel Tsunami

The cloud of her hair settling in a window, the cold blue of her eyes in the Mississippi heat, a guttural rumbling fading in the sleepy noise of small town life. She was a military brat and I was a transplant from parts all over in this town where almost everyone else had been born and raised. I didn’t even ask where her ticket would take her. For months after I thought of her every day, wondered if she was living the freedom she was seeking or trapped but too proud to call for help. I wondered how my life might have been different if I hadn’t stepped away from the closing bus door.


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4 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 2

  1. Clearly developed, Charlotte & deftly presented. I’d bet we’ve all got one (or more) of these departures to reminisce upon. Mine involves leaving her, pointlessly weeping in a phone booth. Best departure I ever made.
    Congrats on a great write.

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