Prose
When Peter was younger he hitchhiked across Kansas. The MG was broken down again. The clutch was shot. He didn’t have the money to replace it.
Back then he would have been in summer school at KSU enrolled in an architectural design studio. It would have been the Fourth of July holiday. He has three days to travel from Manhattan to Faith’s parents’ lakefront cabin and back before the start of the second summer term. He and Faith are not yet married, but everyone assumes it will happen in good time. Peter will make the two hundred mile trip in just under six hours.
“Lynnie! Sit up. You’ll muss your shirt mommy worked so hard to press.”
This is my mother Estaline. She’s sitting in the front seat of our car a ’63 Pontiac Bonneville. I’m in the back seat with my brother Frankie. He’s three years older than me. I’m probably eight or nine.
“Aw, Mom.”
This is my mother Estaline. She’s sitting in the front seat of our car a ’63 Pontiac Bonneville. I’m in the back seat with my brother Frankie. He’s three years older than me. I’m probably eight or nine.
“Aw, Mom.”
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As Jenny Brocten's eyes cracked open from a disturbed sleep she didn't know why her baby girl wasn't crying. Her husband slept next to her. Ugly yellow plugs jutted out of his ears. His smile was a half crack of enjoyment and arousal. She knew what he was dreaming.
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It was a hot summer day; I had just gotten out of the sixth grade. The neighborhood kids agreed to play baseball; naturally it was girls against guys. When we arrived at the field it felt like one-hundred and ten degrees it was so incredibly hot! The guys decided to make it "fair" so the
girls would go first. I was the captain and agreed.
We were reading Othello when Alex showed up. The doorknob creaked and turned a fly buzzed in my ear and she clomped in her clogs to Ms. Kingston’s desk.
“I’m supposed to be in this class.”
She was chewing gum. Ms Kingston pointed vaguely to a desk near mine. Alex strolled over leisurely her hand lazily tracing the edge of each desk before she slid into the seat next to me. I glanced over at her.
