Granted, my three year old daughter looks adorable in Afro-Puffs.
Tag: short fiction
The coyote pups have got bold, come right beside the porch near sundown. Gives me someone to talk to, I suppose.
The September he started first grade, my son cried every morning.
From the starting gun, the 400-meter dash looked all wrong.
The homework assignment was simple; make something to do with transportation.
Detective Owen Newlin stashed the stolen LaSalle in the alley behind the Colonnade apartment house and climbed the fire escape, which rose through an open air shaft.
“I dew wheat.” I never knew the power of words until my two year old asked to “do it.” Those two little words sent dread flying through my body.
Her Mum thinks it’s a bereavement group. The kids think it’s a ‘special class’ that will make mummy better and smarter. Age-appropriate lies, but both have done the trick, as she’s never had to make excuses again beyond the first couple of times.
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