The ghost never made an appearance, but she did make her feelings known. Read Amy Kierce's Circa 77.
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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
Lily Dipping
It was the third week of our summer canoe trip. Eva and I were making our way with eight 13-year-olds and two counselors, aged 16 and 17. We were living among the loons and Canadian lakes with a paper map and tents and red canoes, eating from the cans we carried on our backs during … Continue reading Lily Dipping
A Ghost Story
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single ghost in possession of a haunted house must be in want of a scare. Block Island is the black sheep of the northeast Atlantic. I grew up going there two weeks every summer with family and cousins. Leaving it after the two weeks gave my heart … Continue reading A Ghost Story
Circa 77 