I cough and slip myself out from underneath the truck. I run as far as I
can without looking back. I feel as if I am in a nightmare, but I am not. I
wonder where to go.
I see a bus heading for it's next stop. I run to that spot as fast as I can. I notice that fare is $2.48. I groan and pull out $2.40. I look until I find more change. I breathe a sigh of relief and board the bus.
The plaque says that the bus goes as far as New Orleans. I hand the woman my money and find a seat.
Every time the bus stops, I look to se my surroundings. Finally, the bus stops near a place called 'Garden District'. I get off and look around. Since I've been living in nothing near as wonderful as these houses, I gape.
I walk forward to look at more houses. But one house catches my eye. I go closer and see that the mailbox says 'Dumas' on it. I walk closer and closer until I hide and see a pretty woman with blonde hair, yelling at someone, I can see it is a gardener.
I step closer to hear what she is saying, "These flowers have been planted wrong! If I wanted to invite people over to see my house, they would ridicule the flower garden. Jus-just take it apart." Then she walked back inside.
I walk closer, still keeping out of sight, and then I cut myself on a rose bush on the arm. I grab my arm to see that it is bleeding. I mumble a curse underneath my breath. Suddenly, I feel someone grab my shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
The voice is a woman's, but it is not the woman I heard before. This one is younger. I swallow and turn around slowly . . .
I see a bus heading for it's next stop. I run to that spot as fast as I can. I notice that fare is $2.48. I groan and pull out $2.40. I look until I find more change. I breathe a sigh of relief and board the bus.
The plaque says that the bus goes as far as New Orleans. I hand the woman my money and find a seat.
Every time the bus stops, I look to se my surroundings. Finally, the bus stops near a place called 'Garden District'. I get off and look around. Since I've been living in nothing near as wonderful as these houses, I gape.
I walk forward to look at more houses. But one house catches my eye. I go closer and see that the mailbox says 'Dumas' on it. I walk closer and closer until I hide and see a pretty woman with blonde hair, yelling at someone, I can see it is a gardener.
I step closer to hear what she is saying, "These flowers have been planted wrong! If I wanted to invite people over to see my house, they would ridicule the flower garden. Jus-just take it apart." Then she walked back inside.
I walk closer, still keeping out of sight, and then I cut myself on a rose bush on the arm. I grab my arm to see that it is bleeding. I mumble a curse underneath my breath. Suddenly, I feel someone grab my shoulder. "What are you doing here?"
The voice is a woman's, but it is not the woman I heard before. This one is younger. I swallow and turn around slowly . . .