At your will_Time with Grandpa_The Hand You Are Dealt_Buckfield
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At your will
“I’ve got a plan.”Sean blinked expectantly at Mark, his owlish eyes worried. They both stood in the bed of their dad’s truck, the ribbed surface pressing painful edges into their bare feet. Mark looked down at his 7 year old brother, then back up to rooftop above them. “See that metal bar there? The one that holds the gutter up? I’ll boost you up and you grab that. Then, step on my shoulders and climb to the roof.”From their perch in the truck bed, the roof wasn’t as far away as it seemed from the ground. Three feet, maybe four. Just about Sean’s height. Sean’s eyes bugged as he spotted the ho...
Time with Grandpa
This weekend was so exciting. My Grandpa moved in with us. My Mama and Daddy say he is sick. He doesn’t look sick to me. I don’t see any bandaids. He isn’t throwing up. He isn’t running a fever.My Mama said he needed for us to take care of him so he came to stay. Whatever the reason I’m just happy to see him. He seemed sad so I ran and jumped up on his lap. He gave me snuggles and I gave him the tightest hug I could. Grandpa helps to do dishes as a chore and clean up his room in the basesment. I like that he has to do chores like me and my brother. Mama and Daddy say that everyone h...
The Hand You Are Dealt
She sat on the stairs, tears streaming down her face and just watched as they fell on to and soaked the front of her jeans. Her sobs were loud, the wailing that followed full of despair. As she looked down through the laundry door and the clothes dumped in a pile on the tiles, flecks of what looked like white coconut flakes scattered on the weekly wash, a fresh wave of amger and disbelief hit her. She began to feel a little sick in her stomach and the headache over her eye was getting worse. The light was dimming when she finally stood up and dried her eyes once again on the crumpled and sogg...
Buckfield
Arthur spent the entire time he was in the city looking over his shoulder. It was inevitwww.onedoor.ccable. Around every corner he was bound to slam into a person he used to know who would then slam his head into the concrete. Proverbially speaking, of course. He had been a bad guy, a really bad guy, and here he was in the angry city that was nothing but a giant reminder of it. He swore he’d never be back. But the chaos of multi connecting flight schedules had forced him back into it. He had a choice. To either sit in the airport all day, sit in the crummy hotel, or take the train into the city for a little...