Winding
There are many kinds of vampires in the world.
Steps flow down in a winding motion.
Charlie stumbles down the iron staircase with a pistol tucked into the back of his pants. He tugs on his back pack to tightly secure it on his back. The heavy bag and his dirty blonde hair bounce up and down in unison as he runs into the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator door and grabs a can of soda.
“And where are you going?” his mother says from the kitchen sink. The water coming out of the tap is steaming hot. Her eyes are red; her cheeks are puffy and flushed. She’s been crying again.
“Out… with Lucy and Jim. I’ll be back before eight, ma, promise.”
There is a slight moment of silence. “OK… as long as you have all of your homework done,” she says sniffling.
He opens the can of soda and takes a long chug from it.
“Ma.”
“Yes, Charlie.”
“You OK?”
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