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A Thousand Grains Of Sand
I turn down the music as www.onedoor.ccI approach the parking lot, eyes scanning for the nearest spot. I park and turn off my car, but don’t get out.I’m not sure I’m ready.Then again, I don’t think I ever will be. With a sigh, i get out of my car, shoving my phone into my hoodie pocket. This beach was a special place for my family and I. We went every chance we got, and I’d practically grown up here. Every grain of sand held a memory of mine, from the moment I could form memories to now. I had a necklace with sand from this beach, my twin brother had made it himself, and had counted out 1,000 grains of sand...
Goodbye and Hello
It was always hard when he left, but this time Elaine felt more uneasy than usual. She couldn’t explain it, but she tried to ignore it as they said their goodbyes.They didn’t go to the airport anymore. Unlike her easy-going older sister, Leah had no problem throwing an awful tantrum in public when her daddy had to leave. It was easier this way.Benjamin seemed to sense her anxiety. He took her hand and smiled at her, that same crooked smile she had fallen in love with. “Everything’s going to be okay.”She smiled at him and tried to take his words to heart. “I know.”Their moment was rui...
Classified
I hardly slept that night, tucked into an unfamiliar bed in a room that didn't feel like mine. The whole night I couldn't help but feel homesick. Even though I was in my so-called home, it didn't feel right. The move from Portland, Maine to Cambridge, England was very unexpected, causing my heart to break as I kissed my childhood, my home goodbye. It would never feel like home here. My heart would always belong to Maine.I remembered walking the streets of Portland, confident in my surroundings and ability to navigate throughout the structure of my childhood. The sweet smell of The Old P...
Mirror, Mirror
Georgia Spicer was in the section of the Pejepscot Historical Association where the embroidery artifacts were stored. It was a large collection, because so many women had been very accomplished at using a needle and a thread and their children or grandchildren had seen fit to donate their work to the association’s museum. There was a lot that still needed to be written up. Then she heard the door open and clatter shut, and quickly went downstairs to speak with the person who had just entered.There was a woman of about seventy-five standing quite erect by the main desk. There was nobody at the ...