Mask

The soldiers came on a sunny day with red leaves falling on the grass outside. The soldiers asked for Mrs. Samuel Baylus and mother turned to us, her smile like a mask, and told us to go play outside.

I wanted to stay. “I hope your husband is dead,” I thought in angry not-words. “I hope the soldiers make you cry,” I thought. Then I went outside with Norman, sat down in the tree house, and cried because I knew that daddy would never come home.

11 thoughts on “Mask

  1. A poignant piece of writing. Just be careful: Trifecta requires the third definition to be used (unless otherwise noted) and it looks like you maybe used the second definition?

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