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Xenophobic #AtoZChallenge #amwriting

Anna welcomed everyone.  She was a natural at placing regulars and new arrivals at ease.  Hiring her was the best move Frank ever made.  Youthful, vibrant, a seeker of life, that summed up a part of who she was.  Loving and caring following closely behind.

Other’s held the position before her, showing xenophobic tendencies (stranger fearing) as he described them.  Not so Anna, thankfully.  Every visitor to his humble abode was welcomed with open arms.  He found her a constant delight, refreshing, open.

Still, he hadn’t been able to make inroads into her heart.  With him, she was standoffish, distant, on alert.  He wondered why.  A gentleman from start to finish, he took his cues from her, responding accordingly.  Frank remained careful, holding her at arm’s length, never crossing boundaries or moving too fast.

He valued everything about her.  With time, he hoped she’d see him in a different light but short of asking her outright and endangering the fragile gift of friendship they currently shared, he was at a loss. Dare he risk losing her by asking for more?  Time, he’d give it a little more time and then he’d make his move.  Perhaps time would provide the answers he sought.






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Sensitive always on high alert

It meant danger someone could be hurt

Be prepared, escape route, flee

Brothers protect if not me

Danger danger big red flag

Lest you become the punching bag

Hide them in the closet, under the stairs

You’re only four but that’s splitting hairs

So much anger unreasonable it might be

Hitting punching kicking no reprieve for me

A little one a family of violence outgrew

This was her life and all that she knew

Secretly hidden in the far regions of somewhere

Only to be recalled years later when out of nowhere

Violence erupted its ugly head

Slicing,  dicing her memories no longer shed

Surrounded by reminders of pain so deep

Increasingly impossible to close eyes to sleep

Raising a family with love and affection

She stood tall and straight offering protection

Never once the hand of violence would touch

Her children, for to her breast she would clutch

Keeping them safe a happier life treasure

For they are beautiful a joy beyond measure










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