The Lottery, Nancy's View by Evilangel642, literature
Literature
The Lottery, Nancy's View
As the dust cleared and the shouts died down, she started running. “Nancy! Nancy!” her voice cried out. She tripped over a slick stone in her reckless dash. Finally, she caught sight of the golden blonde ponytail, “Nancy!” The girl ran over and embraced her friend. “Oh Nancy, I’m so glad it wasn’t you!” the girl cried into Nancy’s shoulder.
Nancy pulled out of the hug and looked at her friend, a small smile playing on her face. “Thank you.”
Once Nancy’s friend released her, she looked her up and down, “Nancy! You’re poor dress is filthy!” She watche
The voices. The fog. Running as quickly as she could, but moving at a crawl. Moving past black figures, figures that almost had faces. Faces she could almost recognize. She had to follow. Had to find. She turned the corner. Light. A small bundle of light surrounding the smallest black figure. She had to get to him. Move. Move faster. Everything looks the same. Follow the light. Get to the light. Finally as she approaches him. The figure looks up at her.
No...
The piercing noise fills her ears as recognition washes over her.
Shepard awoke tangled in her covers and drenched in sweat. She sat up and buried her head in her hands.
The boy. The