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Luogo di riposoThe light that shone through the stain glass windows painted her room in vivid colours, creating new images on the bare white walls with each movement of the sun. One window was propped open, held in place by an old worn paintbrush, and the wind that blew in caressed each object in its path with a lover's touch. It tousled some of the glass wind chimes that hung from the ceiling, and a gentle tinkling sound filled the room.
The artist sat in the middle of the room, her eyes closed in deep meditation. Half of her face was bathed in light from the window, decorating her porcelain-smooth features with colour. She hadn't moved in half an hour, a
WatermelonsShe was just a little girl. That's what the people in the room all said to each other, passing it between them in hushed whispers. Such a little girl. She shouldn't be seeing things like this.
It wasn't for them to decide, though. Her mother was there with her, hand in hand, and it was not proper to criticize a parent's child-rearing in public. The little girl wore a pretty green dress with little watermelons and had a head-band and shoes that matched it, complete with watermelon-shaped buckles; even her dolly had a dress that matched hers. It was a perfect little outfit, ideal for a picnic in the park.
This outfit was what made her stand o
GrossBoys are gross. They are smelly and can't tell, they are unrefined and don't care, they belch and fart and scratch and never excuse themselves for it. They don't even wash their hands after they pee, which I think is especially grossboys have a far greater need for washing hands, considering what they touch that girls don't.
They never understand why these "haircut" things that girls talk about are so important. They don't cut their toenails, which is absolutely disgusting. And they wear the same pairs of socks and underwear for days on end. Ew.
Have you ever walked into bachelor's pad? I'm telling youthey're girl-free zones. F
TEENAGED GIRL - The protagonist, "Linda"
TEENAGED BOY - The protagonist's (boy)friend, "Timothy"
MAN - The protagonist's absentee father
INT. AIRPORT - DAY
It's a busy day - people everywhere. Their COLLECTIVE VOICES fill the air, and it is impossible to differentiate any voice from another. Notice TEENAGED GIRL and TEENAGED BOY sitting on a bench. Both look out of place, their brightly-coloured clothing contrasting with the neutral greys, browns, and whites of the crowd. Girl is looking at her hands, crossing and uncrossing her ankles. Boy has his hand on her back.
I should go.
Don't go. You've been waiting for s
My mother has a flower garden in our backyard. It isn't very large, only a foot wide, square in measure. She asked my dad to build it a few years ago, and when he initially refused she went on and on about how beautiful the flowers would look waving in the wind and how they would fill our house with their flowery scent. He had no choice, really; all of us kids knew that when Mom asked for something, she wouldn't rest until she got it. Dad spent an entire weekend working on that little garden, measuring the space, figuring out the ideal location, carefully laying down the stones one by one.
It was the last thing he ever did for my mom. He and
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caug
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