Kenneth Bernoska

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I blinked in the light shining from inside the house. Alone, I thought, frantically. I can’t leave him alone! I can’t leave him! It’s not right! Dad! I turned. I ran. I held my black dress above my ankles as I raced across the compound. I could barely see where I was going in the dark. I didn’t think about tripping over a stone protruding from the dirt, or a root, or the edge of the concrete driveway, or a bush growing in the dirt on the other side of the driveway.
Out There Screaming: An Anthology of New Black Horror
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