Tyee watches me as I re-enter the classroom, shivering from the cold outside. He’s always watching me. He holds the book in his hands, those same hands that had held me the evening before, out in the barn. We’d prayed Daddy wouldn’t find us. He hadn’t; our friend Moki had whistled a warning, letting us make our escape. Moki smiles now, too, avoiding my eyes, pretending to read.
Miss Robertson notices my lack of movement. “Is there something you need, Izusa?”
My eyes lock with Tyee’s again, and a shy smile creeps across my face. “No, ma’am,” I reply. My heart is warm.
Yes, even in the midst of recovering from Thanksgiving indulgences and perusing Black Friday deals I found time to craft a quick story – and it was supposed to be quick, with only being allowed 100 words with which to work (+/-5). There’s still time for you to enter at Flash Friday Fiction, but even if you leave the story scribbling to me, I’d love to hear your feedback!