Bloodbath at the CornucopiaIt was late afternoon and Tess was coming home from school. She was whistling, walking on the longer road she liked to take, a book clutched to her chest. She was walking alone, her brother following several blocks behind her. Sometimes she’d have a sudden burst of energy and charge forward a few blocks before coming back to Earth to catch her breath. She was eight years old.Bloodbath at the Cornucopia3 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was passing an alleyway between two of the closer-together houses on the poorer side of town when two older boys a few grades above her stepped out behind her. She turned around, surprised, when the taller of the two grabbed the book from her small hands.