The Creeping
“One minute the mob is an angry beast, and the next they’re sheepish adults looking nervously around like they hope no one will remember that they were here.
Once I scream the lie I look to Zoey, for I don’t know what. She inclines her head almost imperceptibly, and I know that I did the only thing I could have, the thing she would have done. The police find us, and we’re propelled forward through the now docile crowd. I gulp one last breath of fresh air before being ushered into the courthouse.
Mr. Talcott sits against the far wall, slumped on a wooden bench, red hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, still flanked by cops. The officers turn toward me, mouths twisted as they watch me, noses scrunched like my lie reeks. And then I spot Daniel.
Daniel’s dressed in a pair of gray slacks and a button-down shirt, like he’s going to homecoming or a funeral. He’s nodding, arms crossed against his chest and speaking under his breath to a paunchy older guy clad in a suit and the kind of spectac...les my father wears.MoreLess
Once I scream the lie I look to Zoey, for I don’t know what. She inclines her head almost imperceptibly, and I know that I did the only thing I could have, the thing she would have done. The police find us, and we’re propelled forward through the now docile crowd. I gulp one last breath of fresh air before being ushered into the courthouse.
Mr. Talcott sits against the far wall, slumped on a wooden bench, red hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, still flanked by cops. The officers turn toward me, mouths twisted as they watch me, noses scrunched like my lie reeks. And then I spot Daniel.
Daniel’s dressed in a pair of gray slacks and a button-down shirt, like he’s going to homecoming or a funeral. He’s nodding, arms crossed against his chest and speaking under his breath to a paunchy older guy clad in a suit and the kind of spectac...les my father wears.MoreLess
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