I Run

They throw rocks at me and I run. I am a “Dirty Jew” on the playground.

My smooth bobbed hair cut razor sharp at the chin, lips chapped, eyes foggy and moist, I run.

After I hit the asphalt, mother holds a rag to my head as the blood trickles down the outside of her arm, onto a trembling puddle beside me. Empty clotheslines cut across an angry sky when I look up.

The scar in the middle of my forehead has all but disappeared, but that incident has left me obedient well into my present.

Rimma Kranet is a Russian-American fiction writer with a Bachelor’s Degree in English from University of California Los Angeles. Her short fiction has appeared in Brilliant Flash Fiction, Construction Lit, Club Plum, Coal Hill Review, Change Seven Magazine, EcoTheo, The Common Breath, Drunk Monkey, and Short, Vigorous Roots: A Contemporary Flash Fiction Collection of Migrant Voices. She resides between Florence, Italy and Los Angeles, California. Twitter: @RKranet. Instagram: @rkranet.