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Submitted to Contest #43
All eyes followed Kenya King as she walked down the aisle of the school bus, searching for a seat. Forced to move across town, she was angry. What made it worse, her father, Robert, accepted the job of principal at her new school. Dad explained why we had to move, but still, Kenya didn't want to. He told us he would be the first person of color to be an administrator in this school district. "This is a historically significant event that would be an example, and give hope to the future Black and Latino educators," he felt strongly ...
No one knew why Doctor Arthur Simms abandoned a lucrative medical practice in upper Manhattan three years ago to open a storefront medical office in one of the worst neighborhoods in Brooklyn. As he inspected a shell, a woman and a man approached him. "Hello, Senor, I am Father Raphael Ramon, that's my church over there, St. Francis. This lovely lady is our Counsel Woman, Ms. Eunice Martin."Arthur shook their hands. "Hello, I'm Doctor Arthur Simms." "Are you a medical doctor or a professor?""I'm a licensed phy...
Submitted to Contest #41
My sister and I press our selves into the kitchen corner. We sit staring down the dark corridor. We hear a low growl, but we can't see Abby."Jerry, I'm scared.""Luci, we'll be alright."I lie. "Were Mommie, Jerry?""She's upstairs—safe in her and Daddy's bedroom. "In a slither of moonlight, I see my Mom lying motionless with the phone near her hand. I dip my shoulder, blocking Luci's view. She digs her nails into my shoulder. I lean away. "Stop it, Luci. That hurts!"I forget for the moment why we are shaking. I forget ...
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