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Submitted to Contest #102
When I was nine, I learned, finally! to ride a two-wheeler. I was the last one on the block to master this feat. Nobody’d heard of Sensory Processing Disorder. How was I supposed to know I couldn’t relate to the earth’s gravitational pull like other kids? Everyone, including me, just thought I was clumsy. Plus, I was learning on my brother’s old bike. It was army green with a dented fender and a dumb white seat. Well, it started out white. By the time I got the dam thing, the seat was kind of brownish-gray like somebody (My brother, Joe) had...
Submitted to Contest #99
        GOOD & PLENTY FAIRY DUST                  by Joy Strouse  If someone had asked me my idea of hell, I would have told them, “Being stuck in a car for 10 hours with my sister.” I would have said, “Anyone but Katherine! Give me wicked Uncle Ernie or the screaming, bratty Rodriguez twins from next door, but please… not my polar opposite, Katherine-Not-Kathy Patricia Clark!” But nobody asked me, so t...
Submitted to Contest #98
WE ARE THE RIVER By Joy Strouse From the sky, the Magothy River is a brown lizard that crawls through trees, camps, and houses big and small, until it opens its mouth and spills its algal contents into the Chesapeake Bay. Its water is dark and cool and home to my brother and me. I grew up in a small wood-frame house surrounded by pines and sycamores atop a clay-laced bank that overlooked its sandy shore. Twenty stairs wound down the bank to a wooden pier that we shared with our neighbors. Their house was further up the lane and could bare...
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