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The people sang an anthem that rolled the rage off their tongues. For now it was the only possible way to rebel. Other actions would be planned in due time.
It was a matter of minutes before Lucy would feel incomplete. He stood in front of her, head bent down and arms at his sides. Water began to form on the ridges of Lucy's eyes. She felt her heart begin to drum a hollow noise that would only get louder and louder.
Ever since she was little Sally went undetected. Every morning since the age of 4, she would walk down the long corridor of her house, hearing the cascading water as her mother took a shower and the footsteps of her father leaving to work. The kitchen would always be dark, except for the slit between the curtains that let a thin ray of light in.
Sally walked toward the cabinets and grabbed a bowl and a box of cereal.
A loud tapping sound came from the corridor. Her mother's heels.
Through her life Sally went undetected. She passed through the kitchen walls, body translucent and cold, searching for someone who can see her. It has been 60 years and still no one can.
The neon lights looked like shooting stars as the car drove through the city that awakes only at night. He could hear the bass line of songs erupting from speakers, and the laughs of the drunk. Some men and women stood in line, anxious to get into the club their friends talked so much about. Others came out with toothy grins and sweaty foreheads.
He stopped his car, closed his eyes and breathed in. The girl he met a few days ago was waiting for him on the other side of town.
His heart was beginning to skips a beat the more he thought of her.
The glass windows shattered. Jeremy cowered under a blanket, feeling the cold wind touch the tips of his fingers. The echoes of footsteps were heard in the hallway. That sound crept into his ears like how a spider climbs onto someone's hand out of surprise. More sweat. More shivering. He could hear the footsteps coming closer. Jeremy stiffened, voice becoming stuck in that lump of fear forming in his throat. HE was coming.
And there was nothing Jeremy could do about it.
The fire spilled onto the houses before the sun rose between the mountains. The sky burned amber and the cries of children echoed throughout the small town of Cauldwell.
A bird flew to Manhattan once and watched people as they sipped their coffee and hugged their coats as they made their way through the busy city streets.
"I rate this hotdog a ten," said the girl to the boy. "You wanna know why?" The boy shrugged at first hesitating and then sighing. "Fine. Let me hear your dumb reason."
The girl looked at him for a moment. She took in those green eyes of his and the freckles speckled across his nose. "Before my mom died we'd always go to this hotdog stand and when she would a take a bite she'd says, 'I rate this hotdog a ten.' And then she'd smile really big."
The girl and the boy stay silent for a very long time.
A boy once electrocuted me with his touch. There was a spark that came from his fingers whenever he tried to grab my hand. Sometimes he would close eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, thinking of all the reasons for why he was born with this strange condition.
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