My brother, mother and I are in our Volvo.
We are on route 9, sliding down-
towards Boston.

I am 8 years old,
my brother is 10

God, he seems so old

All-of-a-sudden, I-imagine-myself-gone.It-is-as-though-I-am-gone-from
this-world.I-imagine-that-I-don't-exist.If-I-stay-silent-long-enough
no-one-will-see-me-I-will-disappear.No-one-has-talked-to-me-in-8-minutes. Does-it-mean-that-I-am-gone? I- hold-my-breath-and-no-one-can-hear-me, no-one-can-see-me.

Have-I-disappeared?

Samuel Stuart Pennell

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