Hollis Sienkiewicz

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“Jeremy's Book” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

“Here, read this.” Jeremy shoves the book into my chest with his big, meaty palm. I’d seen him digging in his backpack but had no idea he’d come out with this. I figured it would be an apple or granola bar or something to eat. Jeremy always seemed to be eating. “What is it?” I asked, fumbling to get a grasp on the book as we walked so I could look at the cover. “A book,” Jeremy says with a...

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“Tony's Italian Villa” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

“You know this is the worst restaurant in town, though, right?” The soles of my sneakers slap the sidewalk, a sharp contrast to the heel’s of Dale’s loafers clicking along beside me. “Well, technically, I guess it is.” Dale says, a smirk crossing his face. “Technically?” I ask, rhetorically. Or maybe incredulously.  The spring wind has blown my hair into my ...

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“Auntie Cara's Misrememberings” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

My Auntie Cara’s memory is not great. With anyone else, that wouldn’t be such a big deal. So what if they get a detail wrong every now and then? The problem with Auntie Cara not having a good memory is that there are actually two problems. One, when she gets something wrong, she really gets it wrong. Like, just last week, a new neighbor moved in down the street from us. They had a pet dog. (They did. I pr...

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“Eli's shirts” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

Eli walked into his bedroom and was only a little surprised to find his mom sitting on the floor in front of his dresser. He often saw his mom there when she was putting away clean clothes. But today, she was taking the clothes out of his dresser, which was the surprising part. “Hi Mom.” “Hi buddy.” Mom didn’t look away from her work, grabbing a shirt, unfolding it and holding it in front ...

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“Davey's Picnic” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

I was curled up in Dad’s recliner, rocking, reading Crime Solver Club #28 - not the latest in the series, but the newest one the library had - when Davey came and stood in front of me. Staring. Smiling. Not saying a word. He did this when he wanted something. I snuck glances at him over the top of the book every few seconds. He was like a statue. I could barely see his chest rise as he breathed. And I never looked long e...

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“The Pool House” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

“What’s he called again?” Mira asked, her nose still pressed up against the window frame so the least amount of her face might be visible from inside. So her warm breath wouldn’t fog up the glass in the cool morning air. “A scientist,” Nigel whispered back as he adjusted his stance. Mira was just the right height for this adventure, barely rising onto her tiptoes to see through the window. Nigel, however,...

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“My Dooda” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

My Dooda, he’s old. Really, really old. They say that when you get older, your magic slowly leaves until one day, it’s gone. But not my Dooda. He’s the oldest active wizard. And his powers might not be what they used to be, but he still has some magic left in him. See, my Dooda is my great-great-grandpa and he was one of the original wizards. I know. You read that and you’re thinking there...

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“Be Brave, Momma” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

Motherhood is not for the weak of heart. Or mind. Or stomach, for that matter. The amount of bodily fluids you’ll experience in the first months of parenting is shocking, overwhelming, and, frankly, gross. My husband and I quickly learned to take our son’s rectal temperature in the bathtub whenever possible due to the fount of projectile, liquid poop that would come out along with the thermometer. Too muc...

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“Teddy’s Scope” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

Teddy was looking out his telescope. Again. I couldn’t decide whether I admired him for his persistence or thought he was crazy. What’s that saying? The definition of crazy is doing the same thing over and over, and expecting different results. That was certainly Teddy with his telescope. Every night. 9 p.m. Without fail. No matter the weather, even if he didn’t feel good. We went and he s...

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“Confections” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

Being an only child is lonely. Being the only kid in your neighborhood who didn’t go away for spring break is lonelier. This morning, I told Mom I was bored. Actually, I had to tell her three times. She had her headphones in because she’s working from home while I’m on spring break so that I’m not home alone. But she can’t actually do anything with me because she’s working. I’m not sure what’s getting sol...

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“Moving Day” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

I walked out to the family room one Saturday morning shortly after my thirteenth birthday to see my mom taking books off the shelves near the TV and stacking them neatly into various boxes. I was definitely groggy, but I had to be dreaming. Or my eyes were playing a trick on me. Something. Why was she packing? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. “Hey,” I said by way of greeting. “Hey,” Mom ...

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“Cobs and Figs” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

Gray Cobs are all the same. They think their magic makes them so superior.  I mean, well, it does. By law. But only by law. In terms of, like, the world and humanity and whatever, no human being is actually superior to any other. Right? But that doesn’t mean they’re better than us “lowly” Figs. And yes, I’m saying lowly with air quotes even as I think this to myself.  We’re...

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“Your fate is sealed… in a blue envelope” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

I turned the envelope over in my hands. A sealed blue envelope, just my name, Randal, written neatly, in unfamiliar handwriting, in marker on the front. That’s how I knew it was official, the real deal, something I shouldn’t be holding. No one called me Randal. Not unless I was in trouble or they were reading my name off a list. And then it was usually Randal Ann, to be sure everyone around knew I was a g...

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“Trouble at Mt. Frosty” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

“I feel like we should be able to get out of here,” Greg sighed, sounding totally exasperated, fed up with the situation. “Ok, but we’re snowed in,” Michelle said. She agreed that this was the worst - no one wants to be stuck in the lodge instead of out skiing when what you came to do was ski. “I know, obviously,” Greg muttered. “I just…” he trailed off. He looked around at everyone e...

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“Magical Tea Party” by Hollis Sienkiewicz

“Tea?” The annoyance is clear in my voice. Better to appear annoyed than show my true feelings, right? “Tea.” Grandma’s one word response means she’s distracted. I shouldn’t be surprised. “Tea, Gran?” I try again. Maybe in her distraction she’ll accidentally allow me to skip it. “Of course, dear.” She’s setting out cups and saucers and napkins and I don’t even know what els...

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