Contributor: Eric White - - Michael was sitting on the living room floor propped against his over-sized stuffed dog, Floppy. It was Saturday morning so he was able to watch cartoons if he twisted the antennae just right. The bowl of stale fruit-loops sat undisturbed next to him when there was a loud knock on the front door of the trailer. Michael knew better than to answer the door. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The visitor wasn’t going away. Michael tiptoed to his father’s room. His dad was passed out on the floor with the belt still around his forearm. Michael knew that it would be futile to attempt to wake his father. So he went back to the living room floor with Floppy and his stale fruit-loops. Just when he thought the visitors were gone there was a violent crash at the door, and all of a sudden three men stood in the door way. Two of them...

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Author: Eric White