Harriet Gracie
Mr. Breaton
EWC4U
June 5, 2015
55 Word Short Stories
Her Escape
The knock came late, at midnight. He opened his door, recognizing her even with her face hidden by knotted wet hair. Her school bag was hastily packed-- she had been rushing.
“Why are you here?” He asked.
She met his gaze, a bruise on her cheek now visible to him.
“I need somewhere to stay.”
Accident Prone
“It was supposed to be simple!” His new manager crossed her arms. “You were to stack those jars and then work at the cash register.”
He stared sheepishly at the wet floor.
“How were you able to explode all five hundred of those cereal boxes,” she shouted, “and set fire to the entire produce section?”
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