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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Action
- Published: 03/17/2015
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Born 1951, M, from Wilmington NC, United States
Each time the rifle barked, another man went down. Still they came. He was after all, just one man, and they were many. The rifle barked again.
She slid into the dress, like a professional baseball players slides into home base, hoping to score.
He smiled a crooked smile. It made him look shy. He wasn’t. Only the smile was.
The little boy looked at his sister for a long time, finally he asked: “Why do you comb your hair so much? Is it because you like looking in the mirror?”
The Alien smiled at the Earthling. Had the Alien only had one mouth, the Earthling probably would have found it friendly.
The truck smashed into the front of the store, sending apples, pears, peaches, and customers flying through the air. When they landed, often both the fruit and the people made the same sounds.
She let the strap fall off her lightly tanned shoulder, giving a hint of the peaches and cream skin that lingered just below the curves she showed. It amazed her how easily she could capture a man’s eyes, and what they mistakenly thought of her heart.
The little kid sat quietly on the step. His dad sat quietly next to him. Both intently watching a parade of ants clean a popsicle stick of all its sticky drippings. Years later, it would be a fond memory for both of them.
She was sixteen years old. He was seventeen years old. They had been in love for more than a year. Everyone knew they were right for each other. Everyone was wrong. They were perfect for each other.
Time sat still. No amount of begging, cajoling, or pleading could get it to start again. The Universe stood still. Without time moving, nothing else could.
He was a baker. He baked. She was a model. She modeled. They got married. He is still a baker. He bakes. She is no longer a model. She is a mother with no regrets.
She was fat and lonely. He was skinny and abnormally tall. She was surprised when he came to where she was sitting and said: “ I don’t fit in either, can I sit here with you?” She smiled and waved her hand towards a seat. He sat down, and even sitting down he towered over her. “You don’t suppose you could go out with a guy as tall as me…do you?” Her heart pounded. “I think I could marry a guy as tall as you.” And…she did.
No one expected the river to flood. It caught everyone off guard. Including the woman and her three kids in the Plymouth Caravan, that got stuck in the trees in the middle of the river. The Sheriff handed his cigarette to the prisoner shivering under a wool blanket. His orange prison garb soaked and sticking to his skin. “You know, if you and your buddies hadn’t formed a human chain, that woman and her kids would be goners.” “Yeah, I know.” And he took a puff off of the cigarette. “But if we hadn’t tried, we would have been in prison for the rest of our lives.” The Sheriff smiled. He would be at that parole meeting.
She slid into the dress, like a professional baseball players slides into home base, hoping to score.
He smiled a crooked smile. It made him look shy. He wasn’t. Only the smile was.
The little boy looked at his sister for a long time, finally he asked: “Why do you comb your hair so much? Is it because you like looking in the mirror?”
The Alien smiled at the Earthling. Had the Alien only had one mouth, the Earthling probably would have found it friendly.
The truck smashed into the front of the store, sending apples, pears, peaches, and customers flying through the air. When they landed, often both the fruit and the people made the same sounds.
She let the strap fall off her lightly tanned shoulder, giving a hint of the peaches and cream skin that lingered just below the curves she showed. It amazed her how easily she could capture a man’s eyes, and what they mistakenly thought of her heart.
The little kid sat quietly on the step. His dad sat quietly next to him. Both intently watching a parade of ants clean a popsicle stick of all its sticky drippings. Years later, it would be a fond memory for both of them.
She was sixteen years old. He was seventeen years old. They had been in love for more than a year. Everyone knew they were right for each other. Everyone was wrong. They were perfect for each other.
Time sat still. No amount of begging, cajoling, or pleading could get it to start again. The Universe stood still. Without time moving, nothing else could.
He was a baker. He baked. She was a model. She modeled. They got married. He is still a baker. He bakes. She is no longer a model. She is a mother with no regrets.
She was fat and lonely. He was skinny and abnormally tall. She was surprised when he came to where she was sitting and said: “ I don’t fit in either, can I sit here with you?” She smiled and waved her hand towards a seat. He sat down, and even sitting down he towered over her. “You don’t suppose you could go out with a guy as tall as me…do you?” Her heart pounded. “I think I could marry a guy as tall as you.” And…she did.
No one expected the river to flood. It caught everyone off guard. Including the woman and her three kids in the Plymouth Caravan, that got stuck in the trees in the middle of the river. The Sheriff handed his cigarette to the prisoner shivering under a wool blanket. His orange prison garb soaked and sticking to his skin. “You know, if you and your buddies hadn’t formed a human chain, that woman and her kids would be goners.” “Yeah, I know.” And he took a puff off of the cigarette. “But if we hadn’t tried, we would have been in prison for the rest of our lives.” The Sheriff smiled. He would be at that parole meeting.
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