18 Sara - Wrong Touch

Sara was excited at the thought of seeing Roy again. She hoped he meant it when he would see her at the rink that day. He wasn’t like the other boys around town. He had a maturity about him they did not possess. Maybe that was the reason she was smiling when she woke up that morning.

She stood at the sink, washing her plate that had held her breakfast of buttered toast and jam. Her mother had left for work before Sara had gotten up. Her sister was still in bed asleep. She hoped she stayed like that so she could go to the rink by herself. All she needed was the talkative sister getting in her way of a good time.

The sound of a door opening caused her to freeze. Sara’s heart began to race. It wasn’t her sister. The footsteps came from her mother’s room. That meant it was…