An excerpt from “Del Rio Elementary ” by David Rutschman (fiction ’02) published by Waxwing.
Del Rio Elementary
With a sudden blazing clarity I saw that we were living wrong. Our bodies were made to roam the plains, I thought. But we have murdered and despoiled …
I was eating lunch from a plastic molded tray. My parents were getting divorced. Kids shouted and laughed around me; chairs scraped. Sometimes this happens, my mom had said. It definitely wasn’t my fault.
Our elders are fearful and without wisdom, I whispered. I leaped to my feet and spoke louder: They tremble at shadows!