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Eydie
October
27th,
2015
It
had been a hard night. Eddie had stayed up most of the night, unable
to sleep. He’d tossed and turned, and when he finally did fall
asleep, he had dreams
where he ended up fighting with everyone.
He
hurried downstairs, poured a bowl of sugar-encrusted flaked corn,
filled it 3/4 full of milk, grabbed a spoon, slopped half of the milk
on the floor, brushed a towel off the counter, took a bite of the
cereal, pushed the towel over the spilled milk with his foot, took
another bite of the cereal, kicked the towel in front of the washing
machine sitting in the corner, dropped the still full bowl into the
sink, and hurried out the door.
“Eddie!”
his mom called as the door slammed shut. She hurried to the door and
opened it, knowing the teenager wouldn't respond, but she tried
anyway. True to form, he continued running toward the highway.
