mania
Posted 09-19-2007 at 11:55 AM by thejives
Three people:
Mary Marguerite catches the bus at 7. She smiles at two of the three student who wait with her at the bus stop. The third asked her out two weeks ago and Mary can't decide how to look at him anymore. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, not daring to hope.
Chas Sidwell carries the volcano he made for the science fair. He worked all week piling hunks of soggy newspaper onto a cardboard cone and dabbing the sides with green tempra paint. Listening to his mother hum in the background and daydreaming of crowds and ribbons. He sees Michael Fisk's parents sliding out a 4X4 plywood sheet with an elegant peak rising to the roof of the SUV.
Lindy's grandson can't talk to him anymore. They used to chase each other around the yard with foam bats, crying out about pirates and war. Now the words don't come so easy, and Lindy's steps lean left. The doctors said he was lucky, but Lindy can't believe it when his grandson stares at the floor on his way to the kitchen.
Mary Marguerite catches the bus at 7. She smiles at two of the three student who wait with her at the bus stop. The third asked her out two weeks ago and Mary can't decide how to look at him anymore. He watches her out of the corner of his eye, not daring to hope.
Chas Sidwell carries the volcano he made for the science fair. He worked all week piling hunks of soggy newspaper onto a cardboard cone and dabbing the sides with green tempra paint. Listening to his mother hum in the background and daydreaming of crowds and ribbons. He sees Michael Fisk's parents sliding out a 4X4 plywood sheet with an elegant peak rising to the roof of the SUV.
Lindy's grandson can't talk to him anymore. They used to chase each other around the yard with foam bats, crying out about pirates and war. Now the words don't come so easy, and Lindy's steps lean left. The doctors said he was lucky, but Lindy can't believe it when his grandson stares at the floor on his way to the kitchen.
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