Spring
Spring 2015 2015
Wonderland
by
Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
The smoke drifted over the house. Ralph saw sparks flying, in search of victims.
His father was out. Another party, another woman. No number to call. Maybe
he could hold on. He couldn’t say. So he ran.
He ran past darkened houses. He wondered how death felt, the first minute. He
ran so hard, trying not to think, he didn’t notice his sister, stalled in the street.
“It’ll be all right.” she honked the horn. “Get in.”
He ran, the sky tumbling around him. He pictured his father, not knowing,
laughing. He fell.
“Ralph,” his sister called into the collapsing clouds.
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