Azer eyeballed the telephone. It was too far away. And the front door was even further. She would never make it. Something crashed to the floor in the bathroom, snatching Azer’s attention. Is she in trouble? The door knob rattled, the lock clicked. Think! When her grandma emerged from the bathroom, someone would be with her. Not just any someone, an unknown man with whom she argued. Her heart raced, hands sweated. Azer needed a weapon. Fast. She shook her head, eyes scanning the area. The bathroom door creaked open as she grabbed the broom propped against the wall. Steam infused with light spilled into the foyer and shrouded her grandma. She stood taller than Azer, but resembled an owl perched high in a tree, vigilantly watching the world below.
Hugs and Encouragement!
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