ThursdayA Chapter by Megan S.When Connor asked me when I’d been most scared, I told him that story. We’d been walking for about two hours now, alternating from silence to telling childhood stories. It was a lie. Sure, before the miscarriage, that would have been true, but this was After. There was a distinctive line between then and now. My almost death at age eight seemed trivial now. Sometimes life is harder to accept that death. “A.J.?” Connor asked. I looked up and smiled apologetically. He gave me a lopsided grin. “I said we’re at your house.” I realized he was right. “How did you know where I lived?” I asked suspiciously, but he just pointed to the mailbox with our last name posted on the side of it. I smiled sheepishly. “Oh.” My dreams that night were of Connor and me. We were talking at the park, playing basketball, and laughing at each of my miserably bad shots. © 2011 Megan S. |
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorMegan S.ARAboutI'm a simple teenage girl from podunk Arkansas trying to get by in the world of high school. I started writing as soon as I could, and I've never quit. Over the years, what writing means to me has cha.. more..Writing
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