Issue Three
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JAMIE KINN<br />
She got to her feet, her entire body stiff<br />
and sore. But she ignored the pain,<br />
limping up the basement stairs. She<br />
came through into a kitchen with a<br />
battered table and a rusting refrigerator<br />
in the corner. Inside was a massive<br />
cooler filled with water—once ice, she<br />
was sure—sunken soda cans and a<br />
dozen bottles of booze. Next, she<br />
checked the cabinets and found a whole<br />
stockpile of canned food and piles of<br />
junk food. Whoever had put these here<br />
had done so recently. The dust was<br />
disturbed inside the cabinet but all the<br />
packages were clean. She pulled out a<br />
can of chili.<br />
She found a can opener and a box of<br />
plastic spoons in the top drawer below<br />
the counter. She opened the can and<br />
retreated back into the basement.<br />
She ate the chili in silence, standing<br />
beside one of the windows. She<br />
watched for any sign of movement,<br />
listened for any sound from the outside<br />
world. Nothing.<br />
After she finished her food, she tossed<br />
the empty can on the ground and<br />
shimmied out through the window.<br />
This part of town was even sadder<br />
looking in the daylight than it had<br />
seemed the night before. Sparse, dry<br />
weeds filled every lawn. Every house,<br />
every store was boarded and sagging;<br />
colourless paint flaking away under the<br />
hot summer sun. Plants poked out<br />
through smashed windows and the dead<br />
eyes of mom-and-pop storefronts<br />
watched her with mistrust.<br />
The abandoned area stretched about<br />
ten blocks in either direction. After that<br />
the buildings began to seem healthier, if<br />
still a little dilapidated. She saw people<br />
milling around far down the street, heard<br />
their voices carrying on the wind.<br />
She turned on her heel and headed<br />
straight back to the house. She waited<br />
until the figures were out of sight before<br />
breaking out into a run.<br />
The relative safety of the basement<br />
greeted her like a lover. She sank to the<br />
floor and held a hand to her<br />
chest. Definitely not safe out there.<br />
Days passed. Charlie puttered around<br />
the house, eating occasionally, taking<br />
naps on the couch, on the one of the<br />
three beds upstairs, or curled up in the<br />
bathtub. She spent her nights in the<br />
basement, keeping her head up,<br />
listening for any sign of the dogs or their<br />
masters. When she had to go to the<br />
bathroom, she snuck into the bushes a<br />
few houses down and went there.<br />
She found a couple of packs of<br />
cigarettes stashed away in the one of<br />
the drawers in the kitchen as well as a<br />
lighter. She sat on the back porch and<br />
tapped a cigarette out of the pack,<br />
lighting it while it dangled between her<br />
lips. She hadn’t smoked in years.