The Girl in the Garage

Eye of the Writer

The Girl in the Garage

By: Antwan Crump

“No! Catch the ball, dummy !”

-Willy screamed as the leather ball whizzed right by his brother’s head, before bouncing into the neighbor’s yard.

“I’m not gonna keep playing with you, if you don’t learn how to catch.”

“I’m trying! Stop being an asshole!” -Bradley screamed- growing tired of Willy’s relentless taunts.

The two bickered as they followed the ball into a yard -of which they were repeatedly told to stay out of.

“I’m telling mom you cursed!”

“Shut up! I don’t care!”

The ball stopped rolling at the garage adjacent to the house.



Their banter was interrupted by the low -but piercing- sounds of sobbing.

The two turned mute, and followed the noise to the overhead door. The crying lightened as they made their approach.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know.”

-Willy grabbed a nearby garbage pale. Dragging it…

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