Black Out (standard:drama, 187 words)
Author: Jackie	Added: Mar 02 2009	Views/Reads: 3280/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Too small to help

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. 


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