Story: The Alley
I ran as fast as I could down the alley, and they ran as fast as they could, and sure enough they caught me. Then it was all kicks and spit and “eat dirt, bitch!” and my backpack’s contents being dumped on my head. Why had I kept the empty ziplock from that day’s peanut butter sandwich, anyway? Were we really that poor?
[originally posted on ficlets, where stories have to be VERY short]
