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Untitled by Eileen M. Regen (a Short Story Contest entry)

There was no fuss that Saturday morning, Alex had just come downstairs. Lawrence was standing at the front door with his friend Liam. My Father was in the scullery washing his breakfast dishes. " I'm going now " I said to him . He nodded but didn't say a word, he continued washing his dishes. I said goodbye to Alex Lawrence and Liam, and I hurried to the waiting taxi . I was going to America.