I’m driving home after midnight thinking of Wanda and her neat house and saying maybe I could do that? Someday. Or maybe I didn’t say it, just thought it. Maybe I’m thinking of Samantha and Tabitha and the way I wish I had the power to wiggle my nose and move things. Like Mary and…
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Campfire Stories
One summer evening, after the sailboat is anchored and the campfire lit, they watch the beam from the lighthouse at the end of the pier. Sit on the beach near the fire. The girl and her siblings, all five of them, and her mother with curled brown hair, and the father too, put marshmallows and…
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