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I – One Potato, Two “What a stupid show!” Edge flipped the TV off and tossed the remote on the table in disgust. “I can’t believe you made me sit through another entire season of that crap!” “No one screwed … Continue reading
I was six when Nana first rescued me from the mundane world of the concrete. Other kids got their stories about fairies from Peter Pan and Fern Gully. I got mine from the nasturtium in Nana’s garden. Nana died when … Continue reading
Seven-year-old Dani sat shivering in her bath. The light above the tub was off. It should have been on, but it was off, leaving the bathroom dimly lit, enough to see her body, just enough to make her feel naked … Continue reading
Uncle Nick had a bump on his head. It wasn’t like the lumps a phrenologist reads, or the normal, swollen result of standing up under a low cupboard without realizing. Nothing like that. It was an ugly, purplish cauliflower to … Continue reading
“Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie.” ~ Russian Proverb I hate the sight of blood. It makes me nauseous, so … Continue reading
The old man – Billups is his name – lives alone in a rickety wood-shingle, house. It stands at the end of a short, dirt road at the south end of town that runs alongside the vacant lot where the … Continue reading
“Mama! You need to start drinking coffee,” Annie insisted loudly as she burst through the door after tennis practice. “Coffee stains your teeth,” Mama replied quietly from her spot in the lounge, ” and God save the world if you … Continue reading
The tables inside the tiny diner were all full. The dull clamor of German breakfast table chatter mingled with the scents of sausage and coffee in the air. Stimmung, Maggie thought humorously to herself. With no place else to sit, … Continue reading
I can’t really say we got arrested. We were nine years old. Well, Jessi was. You couldn’t handcuff a couple of girls our age anway. The cuffs would just fall off. But we ended up in the back seat of … Continue reading