In seconds, a strong wind rushed our canoes as if a giant fan had switched on. Was it a piece of tornado? Struggling was instant under a blue sky and bright sun. No one spoke but leaned into the wind, paddling. We were surrounded by white caps, traveling on a long stretch of lake between … Continue reading The Boulder, 1981
Circa 77
Stampede
The ghost never made an appearance, but she did make her feelings known. Read Amy Kierce's Circa 77.
Lady of the Ants
When we got out of the car and stood in the parking lot, Eva and I discovered we were Woodlanders. “Across the field,” said a big lady. I heard the word “bye” sprinkled around me like rainfall and I said my own bye – “See you in a week!” said my mother. I could see … Continue reading Lady of the Ants
First Kiss
A group of us ran from the house and sprinted into the dusk, a silent getaway. A swell of laughter tried to overcome me but I stayed quiet, sticking with the group plan. With the dusk so heavy, watching my feet accelerate across the golf course grass, it was then I realized I ran faster … Continue reading First Kiss
Shake Your Booty
I knew I was forgetting something. I sat with my sisters in the back of Great Aunt Mary’s white Grenada and I was forgetting something important. I chewed on my thumb nail. “Girls,” said Great Aunt Mary, pulling in to a spot. “I want to teach you something today.” We got out of the car … Continue reading Shake Your Booty
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