Feb. 12, 2007

The dog barked loudly. She turned, shocked.
Pit bulls were common on this side of town, but it still didn't make the experience of one, any less startling. The dog snarelled, and tried with all it's might to tear down the fence it was locked behind. Meat. I'm sure it would say if it had it's chance. Jules passed the dog cautiously. The fence didn't look as sturdy as one might hope for, but she was determined to find the right house. Coming to a street corner she stopped and stared up and down, decided on a right, and made her way. Three black men in old denim overalls made their way toward her. She edged to the side of the sidewalk and hurried pace. Though it was almost noon, Jules wasn't so sure that muggers only came out at night, and according to Cindy Larksen, two doors down, a black man'd do anything once.
She came closer and directed her attention straight ahead. Don't make eye contact, she thought, don't breath too loudly, and definitely do not stop walking.
The men passed by.
"Ma'am," said one tipping his hat.
Jules eyes followed the sound to a young man wearing a tan hat, then turned back to her feet.
She hurried pace, and did not reply.
Oh my gosh, oh no, they're going to kill me.

Kay Greenfield


2/12
The dog barked loudly. The sound echoed throughout the still night. A slight breeze whispered through the night as the lamp lights danced across the deserted street, an eerie glow illuminating the small town. I stuck close to the shadows, my breathing heavy and ragged. My heart was pounding mercilessly against my chest, the sound deafening in the night. Through the dead night, I was sure they could hear it pounding against my chest. I huddled closer to the wooden wall, my bare arms scrapping across the rough surface. My eyes swept over the area restlessly as I listened for even the slightest sound. I chewed at my bottom lip nervously, pulling at the chapped skin. Crouching lower to the ground, I winced as my shoes

Chrissy Faye