The Flickering Light
Autumn Garcia
The flickers as I stare numbly at the wall. To my right, I can hear someone pounding on my door and yelling at me to open it. It almost sounds like begging. Their shouting keeps increasing but all I can hear is the flickering of the light going on then off and the swishing of the ceiling fan. Everything else sounds like the background buzzing noise of a blank white and black T.V. screen. The weight of the gun in my left hand reminds me of the reason why I locked the door in the first place.
Autumn Garcia enjoys reading, drawing, and hanging out with friends. Autumn also likes sleeping. This will be her 2nd year at NMMI.