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Here's another six from Orion Rising. Written from Mary's viewpoint as a girl, after her youngest brother is lost in a flood.
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Here's another six from Orion Rising. Written from Mary's viewpoint as a girl, after her youngest brother is lost in a flood.
During the weeks that followed, time
was imbued with the same hazy quality it had held that day at the river, when
everything seemed slightly out of sync. When they were not at the hospital
visiting Percy, our parents seemed themselves to be in a fog, unless the
telephone rang or someone came to the door – then their attention snapped
sharply into focus. But no one brought any news about Aurie; it was always a
neighbor checking in, dropping by with a casserole, or else the captain of the
River Rescue was at the door, saying he had no new evidence, no sign of Aurie
other than a sneaker whose lace had snagged on the tree limb, found the day he
disappeared.
Grandmama had come to look after us,
arriving the following day with two large suitcases. She bustled about the
house, making meals, doing laundry, making sure that Allie and I dressed and
ate. She was a presence of life, of movement, when everyone else acted
paralyzed.
Thanks so much for visiting, and especially your comments. You guys rock. And as always, you'll be amazed by the Six Sentence Sunday range of talent. Have a great week!