Story a day: 8.23.16

Karen stopped going to school. Much later, I saw her again.

Mother took me to the center of town. We stood at the edge of a square hole ringed by people. A glass dome covered the hole and far down there in the center sat Karen. She looked scared. Food lay piled around her.

I was only a child, but even I began to understand when, as Karen took a bite of bread, I felt my own hunger disappearing.

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