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Barbie faces and Care Bears covered the floor.
I was the only one without a sleeping bag.
I placed my teddy bear on the bed. So high, alone.
A mid..
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afraid I’d drown drown drown in a gallon-sized, white-colored bucket while nectarines and water made moving shadows on the side, the nectarines..
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They rest their heads on their mother’s shoulders. Soft afternoon light drifts through the plastic blinds, casting a glow off the peach colored..
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The mattress was old and violently bounced whenever anyone on the bed made a sudden movement. The walls were brimmed to the ceiling with a lifetime&r..
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“Elizabeth, you wanna make planets for our science project? Then we could… hang the planets inside a box?”
“Oh, yeah! And ..
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Mommy promised that when all the snow melted and we could see the woodchips, we could play in the park. By ourselves. After all, I was eight years ol..
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She pushed her sister ahead of her in a final surge for home.
One moment in the sun.
The next moment, dark.
She threw her body against the door..
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A book her teacher read aloud to the class titled Belinda’s Hurricane, a First Grade Reader with a goat on the front cover, and a magnifying gl..
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Brown refrigerator.
Wobbly table.
Musty sunlight through a single window.
Steady concentration and a sweaty brow.
Cream colored liquid drippi..
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Written July 2008 for L
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