Contributor: Kelly Kusumoto - - “Here they come,” Keiko said. She was peeking through the curtains. “Oh no.” June whispered, afraid that they might hear her. “They’re parked in front of Michiko’s house.” “What are they doing?” “I can’t see too good,” Keiko said. “Go get my glasses would you?” June crawled into the kitchen. The linoleum was cold and unforgiving compared to the beige, berber carpet of the living room. On her hands and knees, she could not see the surface of the table. She raised one arm and searched for Keiko’s glasses. As she scanned the table top blindly with her hand, she knocked down a glass of water and it shattered onto the floor. “What are you doing?” Keiko asked. June felt a piece of paper and then Keiko’s glasses on top of it. She pulled both of them down in her grip and crawled back to the living room. “What’s...

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Author: Kelly Kusumoto