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Joshua Marsh
Stories (3/0)
THE KID WITH THE BLIND EYE
A cry for help is what she heard as she walked her pregnant, bruised body to the hospital; a woman's son was just killed in broad daylight. Some people just stopped and stared while others drove past in their nice cars playing loud music with no remorse for the crime that just took place. It was as if they didn't even see it. This was a typical day for the beginning of summer in Spanish Harlem. The pregnant woman arrives at the hospital barely able to speak; after walking four blocks to the nearest emergency room, she says to the receptionist I would like to check myself in. Without looking at the pregnant woman, the receptionist yells, "NAME?" The pregnant woman replies, "my name is Melissa." The receptionist didn't bother to ask her why she was there. The receptionist must've assumed that the pregnant woman seven months along was there for pregnancy complications.
By Joshua Marsh2 years ago in Fiction