Tag: childhood
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Firefly by Warren Benedetto
Missy caught the firefly in mid-air, cupping her hands around it to form a tiny, dark cave. She could feel the insect’s delicate footsteps tickling her skin as it wandered across her palm, searching for a way out. “Got you!” she whispered, victorious. It was almost dark. The sunset was nothing but a burnt orange…
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The Secret Circle by Joel Bush
On bright morningsin my childhood home,I was treated to theSecret Circle.My dad dubbed therainbow spherethat would appearon the chippedwhite paint of the bathroom door.It beamed inthrough the frontpeephole at around 7, and Istopped to appreciate itlike a fine Vermeer at the Louvre.You could explainit awaywith wavelengths or refraction,but I prefer to keep ita secret. Joel…
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Orange Juice by Jim Bates
“Damn you, Eric!” I yelled. “Quit being such a jerk!” I knew I shouldn’t swear but, hell (sorry), he had pushed it too far. All morning long my older brother had been teasing me, calling names like elephant ears and dog breath, giving me wedgies and, in general, making my life miserable. But when…
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The Queen Firefly by Dave Gregory
One summer night on the family farm, in 1975, a lightning bug followed us inside. My mother switched off the overhead light so my two brothers and I could see the firefly better. Mesmerized, we crouched to watch the insect walk across the brown carpet as the tip of its body blinked a random sequence.…
