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When asked to describe the suspect to the police officer, Kayla blanched. The robber had looked like everyone and no-one. He had the kind of brown hair every other boy in school had, a nondescript face without even freckles. He hadn't been either tall or short enough for her to think about his height; he hadn't been fat or thin enough for her to note his weight or build. In fact, she pondered, he could walk back in right now and she probably wouldn't even notice. She turned suddenly to the closed door to check, before turning to answer the question, blushing slightly. "He was white, not tall, average, brown hair." The words felt small, inadequate, even as she spoke them and the officer paused before making notes as if he expected more. She let her eyes fall to the shattered glass on the tiles, what a mess...

By maria, December 24, 2014.