Phillip – Page 8 – Phillip Edwin

Blog Post #71: A Somber Song

I snatched an oil-scented wool cap off the dashboard, yanked it over my ears, and stomped the gas pedal—engine bellowing,

Across a room, a light shined beneath a bedroom door, and head on a pillow, Gloria gazed at it. Suddenly,

Jaelyn peeked into a classroom door window, saw Mrs. Mayor writing on a chalkboard, and, bit-by-bit, turned a doorknob. She

Maye gazed through mist and throughout a pond. No water laid in it, only sticks which stood shoulder high. She

Ethan marched around a stalagmite and through a bat cloud to a cave opening and peered into trees. Vines strangled