Springtime Memories_The Blues_Panic! at the Library._Limbs of Time
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Springtime Memories
“Listen to those birds singing!” Sonia says cheerfully. “Isn’t it beautiful, Mrs. Cassel?” It is, but there seems to be a disconnect between my brain and my mouth because I can’t seem to form the words to agree with her. Instead, I settle on a quiet hum that Sonia seems to twww.onedoor.ccake as an agreement.“Yes, Ma’am,” she continues. “Spring is well on its way. It’s so nice to get outside in this warm weather! Doesn’t the sun feel good?”I hum again. Sonia is a talker, but I don’t mind. She is always so cheery, and the more she talks, the less I feel like I have to. We make a good pair. I think she likes ...
The Blues
The sun is just beginning to set, shadows creeping up on the cornhole boards and sweating buckets full of melting ice, sprinkled with bobbing bottles of Bud Light. The lawn is littered with blue and pink confetti that was beaten out of the paper mache replica of Swoop, the mascot of the Philadelphia Eagles. Mike looks out at the pinata hanging from the tree and smirks.Standing at the grill scraping burnt bits of burgers and chicken wings off the grill grates, Mike rubs his full belly.“This is going to be our year, babe,” says Mike.“What do you mean?” asks Alex as she’s unpinning the Dallas Cow...
Panic! at the Library.
Our school is not really like other schools. We have all kinds of things in the building other than the school which we pass every day but are not allowed to use. Imagine walking by a swimming pool every day knowing that you could not swim in it. To enter the building, you had to walk by security, and I had long since made friends with those guys. Then down the long hall past the restaurant and then the pool. Up on the second floor you could hear the exercise machines and the people using them. Luckily, the smell of the over chlorinated pool usually masked the smell of them. When you get to t...
Limbs of Time
“Grandpa? Are you really going to tear out that stump?” “Yes, Rowan. It is ruining the yard.”“No it’s not!” Rowan looked horrified, “It’s my stage and my reading place and my dinosaur mountain…” The tears were starting to well in his eyes.My dad looked over at me and all I could do was smile. That stump was more to me too. I continued to rock on the wooden glider and let my mind drift back to the mid-1980s. I could see my brother’s green short-shorts, knee-high tube socks, and skin-tight t-shirt. The ponytails on both sides of my head were a little droopy from playing outside all day. My nose...