The ghost never made an appearance, but she did make her feelings known. Read Amy Kierce's Circa 77.
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Second Snow
"Great Aunt Mary," asked my sister. "Can I cut your hair?"
"Sure, honey," she said. "Go get the scissors."
Swim Lesson
I jumped out of the car and ran across the driveway, my sandaled feet slipping over the loose gravel. My Great Aunt Dotsie was taking down her stiff towels from the line. My Uncle Tommy was already counting for hamburgers and hotdogs, pretending not to see my younger sisters. The tiny yard smelled of charcoal … Continue reading Swim Lesson
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
Heist
There is a sneak in me left over from childhood. I was the one who quietly picked up the phone to listen in. I found a way to walk up our old wooden steps without making them squeak. I listened to adults talk at parties and heard things I shouldn’t have. I crawled out my … Continue reading Heist
Circa 77 