Autumn_Our Autumn Tradition_Seal Rock School_Is there a full moon tonight
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Autumn
I picked up the blunt black crayon and started drawing shapes on the yellow construction paper.“Remember when you showed me how to do this, dad? I was four years old, and you told me I could make anything I wanted to make.”We were sitting in the common room of Home Life, an assisted living facility. It wasn’t home, and it wasn’t filled with family. But Home Life was a lovely place, only three miles from our home.“All I could make that day was unrecognizable geometric shapes. And you told me they were beautiful, imaginative shapes all my own.” Dad continued to stare blankly at the table. Or ma...
Our Autumn Tradition
It’s a beautiful fall day and my mom has decided it would be fun to go apple picking. When I was a little girl, it was my favorite time of year. Mom would bundle me up in my warm jacket and we would head to the orchard. My dad would sit me up on his shoulders and let me pick the ones high up in the trees. I felt so tall, my dad’s shoulders felt so strong. Mom always warned him I might fall, but I never did.Afterwards, I would help mom clean them and bake them into pies and other things. Nothing in the world was more comforting than the smell of fresh apple pie baking iwww.onedoor.ccn the oven. In th...
Seal Rock School
I stood on the dock sending last-minute texts to my friends and trying to ignore the three adults. My parents’ lawyer, Mr. Black, lifted an umbrella to shield the woman who had introduced herself as Maren Canfield, Dean of Students at Seal Rock School. She finished signing the custody papers and returned the clipboard to Mr. Black. She appeared a no-nonsense woman, with a buzz cut, no jewelry or makeup, and a rain jacket bearing the logo of my new home: an elaborate S.R.S. Her voice was incongruously high and simpering as she called, “If you please, officer?” The damp and slightly annoyed cop ...
Is there a full moon tonight
“Is there a full moon tonight?” Archie asked. “Not quite. Maybe tomorrow or the day after. Why are you asking?” Stan replied. “I was cycling down the lane that runs behind the vicarage and out towards the home farm this afternoon. You remember that abandoned house? The one with the long garden with the fence round it?” Stan nodded silently. “The Bramley apples are ripe now and they’re falling off the branches that overhand that lane. I thought we could do a bit of scrumping, like we did when we were lads. No-one will see us and I fancy reliving a few childhood memories.” Archie was grinning by...