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What She Wished She Were
Sparrow walked along the flowers leading to her small house on the edge of Boise Drive. The weather was misty and cool, which fogged up her big, round glasses. “Why do they do that?” Sparrow thought. “I have done nothing to them.” The day before, Sparrow had begged her mom to let her go to the park for a teen gathering that the park district was setting up. Sparrow roamed to her house and glided into her bedroom to sift through her drawers to find something to wear. She picked out a new pair of blue jeans and a plain red T-shirt. She was hesitant, because what did she know about the fashion tr...
Made in Texas
There is no snow on the Small Uphill Cemetery in Grand Prairie, Texas. Probably from global warming or something. The long-dead grass crunches under your feet like your abuela’s famous Chocos Fritos, or fried cuttlefish will in your mouth. This salty-fried, home-baked thought caused your lips to tremble and your mouth to water. You’d kill for a good cuddle right now. Your hands are bare and becoming numb, so you cup them around your face and keep trudging beside the graves. The cemetery is empty. Gravestones stand with their porpoise spines arched and when the fog parts, you promise you see t...
The Magic Tree
It was a rainy, windy day as we drove down the dead-end street to our new home. We have been wanting a home for the longest time and now that I have been released from the Marines, we are finally getting a home of our own. Lois has been planning for days as we drove from California to Florida on how she wants to decorate. She has looked at every design magazine and online to pick colors, furniture, and decorative items. I don’t really mind at all, Lois put up with a lot of loneliness and made do in base housing for years while I served our country. She never complained. Of course, my onl...
Winter Dreams” (A 'Christmas Dreams' sequel)
Jessie crashed into a metal post trail-marker while skiing.This predicament all started in her first days of high school. Fifteen-year-old Jessie, lover of Christmas, found a new infatuation: fellow classmate, Greg Hammond. She first saw him about eight lockers down from hers in the first days of swww.onedoor.ccchool. He wasn’t anyone she went to school with before. He walked right by her one day as he focused on his class schedule and school map, trying to figure out where to go. She should’ve said something but forgot her manners in her wonder over him. He was lank, but with a hint of muscle growing. He d...