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cleaning up the party mess
Sue, “...the party was great. It’s been a long time coming. I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”“I am glad you had a good time.”As my best friend Amy closed the door behind her, I looked up at my husband Andy with a triumphant smile. The party had been the first celebration since the pandemic had reared its ugly head. The house had been filled with over 25 peowww.onedoor.ccple (the most allowed for those who had been vaccinated) and my guest list included my elderly parents, my teen children and my colleagues from work.Reality came crashing down on me as I closed the door and I shuttered when I saw the mess tha...
LibraryWork
Lizzy liked nothing better than walking over to the public library immediately after school. As the other schoolchildren had collectively decided she was weird, she ignored them in return, preferring to go down Oak Street, turning left on Maple Avenue, and taking a quick right on Sycamore Lane. On her way to the library, invariably her ratty shoes would come untied or she’d lose her jacket, but Lizzy didn’t mind the cold. Her stepmother would yell at her about the jacket, but Lizzy knew her stepmother didn’t need that as an excuse to be cross with her. Sometimes Lizzy didn’t walk to the librar...
Seeing
I used to see the good in people. That was before the books started changing... --- My family owned a small bookstore in our village. Everyone loved reading storybooks from it, and we made good money. Parents would ask children what they wanted for holidays, and they always answered with 'Books' before stuffing their face in a new one. You might be wondering how we got those books. Good question. Well, every day, from an unknown person, books started appearing in our shelves. The odd thing was, it was books on kids from our village. And once the books put your name in it, you were never seen a...
Southern Son
Southern Son by Cynthia BookerThe Southern son shielded his eyes and gazed up toward the blistering Southern sun. Ben hoped that if he followed its slow, relentless arc across the sky, he would find his way out of this God-forsaken marsh. He was confused by recent events that put him in this predicament, but the will to survive drove him to action.Wielding a long, sturdy stick, he followed an animal path, steadily sweeping the ground ahead for snakes soaking up the sun, or other critters hidden in the tall grasses. He figured all sorts of dangerous animals used this trail and, with renewed bel...