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Me and Mickey
Papa went in once a week to the general store to get supplies for the farm. This mornin’ I got to go with him. Took better than a half hour to get there. Papa never said much and anyway he’d put the radio on real loud. Anytime I tried to ask him something he’d shush me up but it didn’t matter much. I was wantin’ more to be lookin' out the window at the fancy people and the fancy cars in town, all comin’ and goin’ around the general store. While Papa was inside I saw other kids riding bikes, real nice ones. One day I’m gonna ride a bike into town and walk right into that store and buy me someth...
Growing love
Not all days last the same. I mean, they all have 24 hours but some seem longer and never ending. Gracie was looking at that pole by the lake. The same on where her and Gabriel marked their heights year by year. They grew up together like best friends and grew apart after the summer when she realized she loved him deeply. Four months she had spent in that small town since she moved there. It was a bold decision. She was far away from home in that unique place that used to be so fun, the same place she used to visit as a kid, but everything looked so different now, at 32、 Childhood me...
A Storm of the Century
Thunder cracked across the sky as the Honda Civic rolled to a stop, right at the foot of the bridge. Its wipers swacked back and forth in double time, and its two occupants stared wide-eyed at the rest of the bridge, just barely visible through the gloomy midday downpour. “Holy hell,” Frank the Frog said, his voice an airy whisper. He was still gripping the steering wheel, and his foot kept sinking deeper into the brakes without his even thinking about it. “Jesus,” Scott the Scorpion said, the word an airless pop. His iPhone fell from his suddenly limp pincer, thudding against the passenger-si...
Boarder
A sound wakes me from sleep and my eyes open, unseeing in the darkness. My stomach churns. I’m sure someone was crying? My ears strain for more, any further hint of sound that could act as a clue. But it’s quiet. Crying in itself is not that unusual around here. People cry all the time. After a bowww.onedoor.ccllocking from the duty teacher, it’s not unusual to cry yourself to sleep. But this whimper happened in the dead of night for no apparent reason. And it sounded like a girl’s cry. Which can’t be right. This is the boy’s floor.I listen hard but there is only silence. I start to relax in my bed. There a...