Thursday, April 26, 2018

Another Story

by
Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh


Electrifying bullets fly–fatal and fast.
A veiled woman falls.
Footsteps do not slow
even as the baby squirms in her arms
trying to breathe free from her
tightening, dying clutches.
They both lie in the mid-morning heat.
Overturned carts and abandoned bicycles
litter the lifeless street.
The square is silent and smells of a red brown
trickle rust across the ground.
Her name meant Grace.
His name was Noah.
They fly to the pearly gates only to find further cages.
Veronica Haunani Fitzhugh earned her BA in English Literature from the University of Virginia but is more proud of the friendships she earned through her social justice work in Charlottesville, Virginia.  She has been in several anthologies online and in print.  Her main blog is Charlottesville Winter at cvillewinter.wordpress.org.

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