Tuesday, February 16, 2016


“That’s what they do to slaves. They beat them.”
He flinched like he himself had been hit. “But…what did you do?”
I shook my head. “I couldn’t pay—”
“No. Why were you beaten?”
Even Maxton looked over and waited for my answer.
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes,” he hissed. “Yes, I do.”
There was guilt in his eyes. Either for me or for someone else. He needed to hear it, to know what was done, to keep punishing himself. This tortured man on the bottom of society…as were they all.
I gulped through my dry throat and flicked my gaze to Maxton, expecting him to look away, but he didn’t, so I did. I stood, brushing my hands on my pants, tucking my shirt in once more, looking up at the sky, up at the girl on the screens who looked up at her sky, too. Though her lips moved, you couldn’t hear what she said as she told the people on the roof of the horrors of her life. Her life—nothing but a silent film that until this day had always felt silent to her, too.

Coming MARCH 15, 2016

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