Sparkle City

By Kelly Kenyon

This is a short story, roughly 10 pages. It was created as an assignment for a college level creative writing course.

Tris Caldwell, mother of three and a full time nurse, works in the Emergency room of the local hospital. A city in which the crimes are normally petty, at least those that the citizens know about. When the unthinkable happens, a shooting at one of the local elementary schools, Tris and her co-workers prepare for the worst. As the death toll rises, only one child is brought in along with the man responsible for killing several children.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kelly Kenyon
• Release date: Jul 6, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301235124

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Sparkle City

Kelly Kenyon

Copyright 2012 Kelly Kenyon

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Sparkle City

My reflection looks rugged, run down, lifeless, as if the last eight years of working in the ER have finally caught up with me. I run my hand along my unruly auburn tresses to smooth down the fly-aways, the metal from the cuffs glinting in the bright fluorescent lighting. They hadn’t given me a chance to change out of these contaminated ceil blue scrubs. The unclean state of my clothing makes my skin crawl. There is a quarter sized spot of blood dried onto the outside corner of my pocket. It’s disgusting. I don’t want to touch it. I don’t want it touching me. I try to ignore it, but I can feel that spot of blood, dried as it may be, seeping through the cloth and absorbing into my skin underneath despite the protective layers. I feel like Lady Macbeth. Out damn’d spot!

I stare into the mirror, my hazel eyes willing someone to enter. Perhaps this mirror is like one of those optical illusion posters. If I stare at it long enough maybe some hidden design will emerge; perhaps the shape of the person staring back at me. They are there, watching, analyzing. Building a