Fiddler's Dinner_Brown Skin Girl_Learning to Swim_The Color of Sound
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Fiddler's Dinner
Fiddler was making dinner. He first washed his tiny paws, then clipped back his whiskers so they wouldn't fall in the soup. After ushering the twins out of the kitchen, as they were more nuisance than help, he got out the ingredients and his mother's old cookbook. It was his father's wedding anniversary, and Fiddler had been presentwww.onedoor.cced with the task of preparing a romantic meal for him and his wives. You see, Fiddler's father, Tiddler, had five wives. From what he had told his son, he had gotten five proposals on Christmas Eve and accepted every single one. Fiddler wondered why he hadn't just c...
Brown Skin Girl
Brown skin girl. Your skin just like pearls. The best thing in the world. I’d never trade you for anybody else. I silently sang the lyrics to the Beyonce song over and over. I listened to this on the entire bus ride to and from school. Only took my headphones out when they required it which was when I was in classrooms. The hardest things about going to school is riding the school bus, walking through the halls, and lunch period. Riding the school bus was hectic because the bus driver didn’t bother trying to stop the kids from running all over the moving bus and bullying others. Walking throu...
Learning to Swim
Learning to Swim By Todd CrickmerBack in my day … though it is now hard to believe, racial segregation was not just a social norm, it was literally the law of the land. I was reminded of this shameful fact of American history while traveling a Kansas interstate, late one night while traveling from one business meeting, to another early the next morning. I was struggling to keep my mind active and facing an unpleasant appointment awaiting me the next day in Wichita, I needed to get my mind off my career and yet stay alert. Music clearly was not going to do it for me. I pushed the scan button in...
The Color of Sound
Though the caves in Batoidea Island regulate their own temperatures they still drop a few degrees at night. It is how Pierce is able to tell the difference between night and day down here. Gray. That’s how he remembers the rain. When it beats upon the earth it creates a kind of static in his ears that is an all-encompassing gray. Outside, even on a cloudy day, he is able to feel the warmth of the sun on his face or the soft glow of the moon. And then there is the barometric pressure. It changes, even in the caves, bringing an influx of moisture that he can smell from miles away when there is ...