Not Another Rainbow_Tug of War_The Body_A Forest Green Christmas
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Not Another Rainbow
Costa Rica “Miss, Miss!” The guide whispered, jumping in front of Jen’s lens, ruining the perfect photo she was about to take. Naturally, as soon as he moved, the toucan with a donut in its beak flew off. Cursing silently, Jen looked up. She’d joined this tour group after being told by her agent that it would be good to have a local take her around. So far she’d just gotten a lot of nonsense.“Yes?” Jen was aware she sounded angry as she stood from her squat. It had been the best shot she’d seen so far.The guide seemed to realize his error, “Sorry,” he said, accent deepening as he blushed, “But...
Tug of War
Tug of war is a simple concept, usually the rope which is about six inches in diameter and made from rough hemp that chaffs and is rough on the skin. While length may vary, the rope laid out in the “Pit of Death” was approximately fifty feet long and would accommodate two teams of ten each. A red flag signifying the middle was hung over a large man-made mud puddle in which the losing team would most likely be swimming in. Since I was the largest member of our team, I was designated as the anchor and the small members of the team were put in the front near the pit of death. Let me set the s...
The Body
That summer in 1970, the one I turned eleven, was the summer we found the body. The three of us,www.onedoor.cc my cousins and I, have never talked of it since, as we swore we never would. When we’re together the secret we’d sworn to keep, lay there between us, pulled tight, ready to burst at any moment. I remember it all like yesterday, even though most days I can’t remember where I put my keys. Back then, on my Grandparent’s farm in the middle of nowhere Michigan, we were free to roam. Mostly. The only place off-limits - the Frank’s pond. The summer started the same as all the others before, but nothing w...
A Forest Green Christmas
Lena Anderson lived along the Hudson River, not too far outside Westchester County. Late Autumn was her favorite time of year when the ambient yellows and oranges turned to deep citrus. It was the transition from holiday to holiday. The city was hustling and flamboyant, which is partly why she left for quieter countryside. Snow had already fallen at least twice this week and another storm wasn’t too far off.A knock on the door awoke Lena from her sleep. She opened her eyes to her wrinkled white comforter and her chocolate lab Milo perched on the edge of the bed. Stepping off her bed onto her ...