My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Why do they just come here for drop-offs and kid exchanges? This is a place for fun, for laughter, not for bitch sessions. Gawd! If all they want to do is hurt each other, they can do that in a freakin’ parking lot. Hell, drive vans and only slow down long enough to toss the ankle-biters … Continue reading Playground
I blatantly inspect his table manners. Are his elbows on the table? Does he ham-fist his fork? Does he cut his food into manageable pieces, or just cram chunks in his mouth? Does he talk with his mouth full? Is his napkin on his lap, or tucked under his chin? Does he even use a … Continue reading Passing muster
Nash ran headlong at Trey. “Hey boy!” Trey caught his son mid-stride and swung him into the air, balancing him on his shoulders. “Why is Coral here?” Nash, hugging Trey’s neck, whispered in his ear. “She’s not so bad.” Trey helped the boy down from his perch. “Cut 'er some slack.” Dragging his dad toward … Continue reading Trey
The door squeaked noisily when Gladys tried to turn the knob. She made a mental note to mention it sticking to her husband, Oliver. He’d want to take the door off its hinges and plane the edges, and maybe the jamb too. Reconsidering, she thought a new can of WD-40 from Carter’s Hardware would probably … Continue reading Snooze button
The boy’s childish rejection stung. Coral felt a flush of anger rising in her chest. Nash got his nasty manners from his mother. “Careful, Nash sweetie, don’t run,” she called through clenched teeth, then whispered, “you might get hit by a car.” Standing off from the swings, Coral fidgeted with her hair, twisting a strand painfully … Continue reading Coral
Daddy! I missed you lots Daddy. Why is Coral here? I hate her. She talks ta me like a baby. I’m a big boy. I’m five an’ in kinnergar’en. Push me in th’ swings Daddy. Come on! Jus’ me an’ you. I can walk by myse’f, Coral. I don’ wanna hold your hand. You can’t … Continue reading Nash
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