The Tale of the Sun and Moon_Spring Break_The Favorite Son_Thirteen
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The Tale of the Sun and Moon
Sunny, you are my sun.That sounds funny, but it's true. You have this crazy laugh which involves so much snorting and jumping and getting pink in the face that when you laugh, it's hard not to laugh with you. Most of the time we've spent laughing has been you shrieking at something so random it's not even funny, and me chortling along with you because your laughter makes it seem a hundred times funnier. I've always loved that about you.I love that you're so great at telling stories. You could literally be talking about something as simple as crossing the street and it would evoke peals of laug...
Spring Break
There’s a black cat on the balcony next to me, and I stare at it, transfixed. It sits down and stares directly at me through the grills, it’s gaze menacing and unblinking. How very ominous for it being a beautiful day in April. “Babe, can you grab me a beer from the cooler,” Luca calls from the living room. I roll my eyes and grab a bookmark for the novel that I’m reading from the balcony. The salty air is humid and cool, and I was enjoying a break from the sounds of partying coming from the rooms. We’re all in a hotel suite that Gabby’s dad set up for spring break, in Myrtle Beach. Apparent...
The Favorite Son
He saw it all happen in slow motion: the chubby hands pressing against the wooden drawers, the cupboard shaking, the blue vase tumbling at the top. He jumped over the couch and pulled Charlie away from the imminent disaster. For a fraction of a second, the vase remained suspended in the air. The toddler landed on his diaper-padded bum as the vase came crashing down. The sound sent a shockwave through his ears.“Uh-oh,” Charlie uttered, looking at the pieces of blue and white ceramic that had exploded across the floor.Toby held him back by the neck of his onesie. Over the shoulder of the yellow-...
Thirteen
Thirteen2018: We were thirteen, just thirteen, only thirteen, Chris murmurs to herself as the silver light of dawn filtered under the hotel bedroom door. Her speech for the party is ready, she can remember it all. In her mind’s eye www.onedoor.ccshe sees the new girl, Liz, a delicate shy blond girl walking down the gravel path to the school entrance, May 1961、 1961: The others teased her because of her Irish accent. “Don’t mind them,” says Chris in the playground. Then she immediately became Chris’s best friend. 1962: Chris often helps her with the homework and Liz is often invited to stay. Chris’s mother...