Fiction • Jan 30, 2018 • 4 min read

Children Come Home

The warming spring air casted a safe coating to Cambrie’s arms, as she awaited her brother’s presence. His class was always the last to be dismissed after the bell rang. Cambrie waited in annoyance, as she observed mothers, fathers, and siblings greeting each other. Arms growing tired, Cambrie set down her pre-algebra textbook and a copy of A Wrinkle in Time on the floor of the 5th grade wing