Laurels Literary Magazine Spring 2014 | Page 35

The Distance of the School Erica N. Southall I made an arrangement to ride with my son’s dad every Friday to pick him up at 3:45p.m. from the charter school that he attends. Since I don’t have a car, I walk a few blocks through the neighborhood to get to his house. Now, this area is not the best for a young woman to be walking through alone, even at 2:30 in the afternoon in broad daylight. Not even while visibly carrying a crowbar and a shotgun, while walking a one hundred po V