|Black Out (standard:drama, 187 words)|
|Author: Jackie||Added: Mar 02 2009||Views/Reads: 1617/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
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l was about 8 yrs old. My father had past away when l was a baby. My uncle Ross was the closest thing to a father figure l had since he was family and l knew he loved and cared for me. He would often visit and put on hockey l remember being baffled at how he could find something so boring so entertaining. He would be cheering or grumbling scrunching up a little paper in his hand. One night Ross took me for a walk to the corner store. To get the usual candy and his lotto tickets. Then he stopped and told me to wait for him l watched him walk up to four figures in the distance it looked like they had something in their hands. Then l saw my uncle on his knees l felt a rush of fear,anger and helplessness come over me. l wanted to run to him and tell them to stop hurting my uncle but l remembered what my uncle said to wait so l stood there crying under the street light then after that l don't remember.....black out. Tweet
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