The policemen came storming in the plaza, perhaps twenty of them. Despite their uniforms and silly hats they looked like all the other people, scared, disoriented, perhaps that’s why I lingered, holding on to my bag of groceries.
Children aren’t so good when they’re bad: when they torture their little brother for example or when they grate on my last nerve, the one I really needed to make it through this day with the slush on the road and everyone driving as if they’d contracted mad cow disease.
December 25, 2009 – 5:28 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in published, rootedInlove
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Tagged 2009, book, children, Christmas, goodness, Jessica Mary Claus, metafiction, Metazen, Santa Claus
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