I ran into the street, getting hit being the least of my worries. Who would care? I would be able to join her. Through tears that burned, and while I focused my attention on her, I only vaguely saw cars screeching to a halt inches away from me, and at this, I glanced up. Some even had the nerve to begin honking.
"Maggie? Maggie, wake up, Maggie. . . wake up!"
She didn't move. I mean, she didn't move her chest to indicate breathing, her eyes didn't twitch at all to indicate consciousness, nothing.
"Maggie! Come on, you're fine! Just a few scrapes. . . maybe a couple of broken bones, no big deal!"
Let's just say she had a little more than broken bones. As in I didn't recognize my own daughter.
"Maggie, stop pulling my leg! We'll go get you a new ice cream cone, and. . . and we'll go down to the park, and you can go down the slide."
I leaned in closer, "I know how much you love the slide. . ."
And finally, those burning tears started falling.
"You just gotta get up now. . ."
And I fell on her forehead bawling, as if she was going to support me.
"Maggie, I'm so sorry."
I looked up at the sky, gasping and blinking in order to see clearly. I thought that the sky would've turned gray, but it remained blue.
"HERE. Take mine!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, to that blue sky. I was referring to life, and talking to God. More like yelling at. A god that lets little girls get killed. That is, if he existed, but he doesn't. He wouldn't let that happen.
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An Uninvited Guest
Science FictionThe decade: Early 1950s, perhaps late 1940s. The setting: A small city, somewhere outside New York City. There lives a single mother and her daughter. Like most mothers, she would sacrifice anything to keep her child safe, happy, healthy. It's a lit...
