Makala Johnson

Don't Go Near the Basement Steps Makala Johnson

"Where's Grant?""I'm right here." Why do they keep asking that?"Grant's been killed!"Of course I hadn't been killed. I was standing right in front of them. The guy on the gurney did look a little bit like me. I woke to screams, sirens, people running everywhere. Everything was fuzzy, hard to know what to do next. A little girl took my hand and led me away to a hillside with a lakeview and sheep grazing."We're going to stay with you until you feel better," she told me. I lay back in the heavenly sod and sunshine and fell asleep. When i woke up, the air was chill, the hour late. I still lay on a grassy hillside but my surroundings had changed. I hit speed dial for Liesel and waited."Who is this? Did you steal Grant's phone?""No. Liesel, it's me.""If you're alive, tell me where you are!""I don't know." I looked around. "The Kindergarten playground.""I've got Patti. We'll be there in two minutes."