That One Afternoon...
~E~ I trudged home the long four blocks from school, not really enjoying the sunshine because I was hot and tired. Florida Blvd., that long long block, was the hardest. That street seemed like it would never end. Then came the shortest block, and finally the long haul down Welby Lane before I got to my street. I turned the corner, striding up the hill and then running the last few steps before I leaped onto the porch. Pushing the door open, I looked up to see that the living room was empty. I entered the kitchen and no one was there, either. After quickly checking all the bedrooms I started to feel my throat tighten up. Nobody was home. Frightened that anyone could look in the window and see me, I huddled under the large picture window in the living room. I'd peek my eyes up over the window sill looking for a familiar car coming down the road, or hoping a sibling would show up soon but I knew they got out of school a half hour after I did. Whenever a strange car would drive by, I&