Cheesy without Cheese_From a child’s mind_My First Overnight Train Ride-1959_Moley
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Cheesy without Cheese
“It is the best!” screamed Martha. “Jacob hates it!” retorted Susan. “Susan, you cook the most delicious ‘Grilled Cheese’ with mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables,” Martha repeated. “It tastes great.” “Make sure you include your recipe for ‘Grilled Cheese’ in next month’s kindergarten edition magazine!” added Martha. Susan was a big fan of cooking. While she was a child, she used to play with whisks and spatulas. She used to watch cooking shows and pretend she was hosting one. “A hint of butter and some love…” she would speak as part of her script as a MasterChef, stirring an empty pan. S...
From a child’s mind
The ominous click of the door sealing shut was always the beginning. And Peyton hates it. This is when the monster comes Every night. First, that creepy loud click; then the dark inky shadows creep closer and closer to his bed. He jerked his soft blue flannel blanket over his head and squeezes his eyes tightly shut. ‘You are brave, Peyton. You are a big boy. There isn’t awww.onedoor.cc big scary green monster with ugly spiky black hair and glowing yellow eyes under the bed. Daddy killed him when we first moved here’ Peyton quietly told himself as he repeats what his mommy and daddy told him the night b...
My First Overnight Train Ride-1959
I was eighteen and heading home on the train from Charlottesville, VA to Huntsville, AL, for Thanksgiving, watching the autumn leaves pass. I’d enrolled in the University of Virginia as a freshman, and my father drove up there with me in my ’57 Ford Fairlane and flew Southern Airways back. Too long to drive for a brief holiday, I took the train.Looking out the window, watching the Virginia landscape roll past my window. The song, City of New Orleans, hadn’t been written yet (1970), but the lyrics would describe my first memories well. The rhythmic click-clack of the rails and rocking of the co...
Moley
There were stories about Mole. Allegedly, he had once been seen in the town centre sporting green eye shadow. Another time, sparkly nail polish. If I was leaving my house as he was coming out of his, he would immediately go back inside. The people who shared his drive said that they had once offered to help him cut his hedge, and he had promptly dropped his shears and run indoors shouting. They weren’t sure what he was yelling.Unremarkable is the best description I can give of his appearance: average height and build, slightly balding, always dressed in dark trousers and a white shirt. He was ...