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96 That’s why even though she was scary, he knew she was a Good person. HeelSole ToeSoleHeel Once the moon could be seen from the balcony, the little boy waved. She could not stare back but he knew she could see him. He reached into his shirt and pulled out the drawing he had made of them. In a bright orange circle lay a small line work figure complete with a red shirt and a big smile. Next to it was a grey blob, a figure you could only decipher if you had looked at the naked inhuman celestial body. The little boy opened the door to the balcony and walked into the night. Pushing his little hand as far as he could over the bannister he stretched his drawing into the sky for The Moon to see. He tried to look up at her face; he was trying to humanize the thing hooked by its flesh, floating naked in the sky. Standing on his tippy toes, the little boy tried to push further, he just wanted to see her smile, and he wanted to show that he loved her, just like she loved him. The circles in the drawing are holding hands, The Sun and The Moon love each other. The lady opened her chest like a tangerine and peeled her ribs back for the boy to see. The boy tried to climb up higher, it looks warm in there, he thought. The Moon must be so warm just like the sun, he thought, you must be able to stay comfortable all night in a place like that. He tossed the drawing to the ground and leaned further onto the bannister, trying to get as close as he could. The mother woke up promptly at six am. Busy as she was, she was an endless well of love for organization and her small son. She walked into her living area and noticed the balcony door swung upon like a horse and carriage waiting for a princess. She stared at the curtains, blowing in the early dawn, and raced to her son’s room. Instead of her small boy, a lump of blankets and pillows were resting in his bed. She screamed her son’s name like she was God and she needed a favor, like he was the only blessed one in the lot of them. In the young and undeveloped morning, the sun stretched its rays over the city, baptizing the masses in light, as the mother stood, looking at her red son.
97 SOULS, DARK AND DEEP CHRISTA CARMEN The doorbell rang. Annie skidded to a halt in socked feet and batted her sister’s hand from the knob. “I’ll get it,” she said, smirking at her younger sister. Abigail frowned, but stepped back so Annie could open the door. The stranger stood, illuminated by the fluorescent glow of the porchlight, rain dripping off the black slicker that hung down past her knees, red rubber boots shining wet on the welcome mat, her face disfigured by shadow. “Hi,” chirped Abbie. Annie’s glare had the desired effect; Abigail closed her mouth so fast, her teeth clacked. “Hi,” Annie said, puffing out her chest. She stepped back to allow the stranger passage into the foyer. “I’m Annie. My parents should be right down. Come in.” No sooner had the hooded figure crossed the threshold than footsteps sounded on the landing above, and a silvery voice called out, “That must be Belinda!” Maggie Townsend appeared at the top of the stairs, first as a sleek pair of satin high heels, followed by the swinging hem of a long navy dress. The final few steps saw the picture coalesce, and Annie admired the vintage cameo at her mother’s throat, the perfectly-coiffed French braid draped over one shoulder. “Come in out of that rain! Girls, give Belinda some room for heaven’s sake.” She held out one freshly-manicured hand for the babysitter’s coat. “Did you find the house ok? I could have kissed Angela for putting me in touch with you this afternoon. You’re a lifesaver. An absolute lifesaver.”
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36 complete as it had at the top of
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40 “Mary? Come on, please open th
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42 Leah Oates A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
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Page 58 and 59: 56 “So…Ax, is it?” Scott aske
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Page 64 and 65: 62 It took a few minutes of brisk w
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Page 68 and 69: 66 conjured of kicking it in the fa
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Page 72 and 73: 70 with a dull thump-thump-thump. J
Page 74 and 75: 72 Jim Zola The Blind Piano Player
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Page 80 and 81: 78 Cadie’s Missing Mike Oberly Th
Page 82 and 83: 80 “Rascal is as rascal is,” th
Page 84 and 85: 82 The Flood Anna Kaye-Rogers The r
Page 86 and 87: 84 the girls. “She’s your dog,
Page 88 and 89: 86 Rainy days are the worst. As she
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Page 92 and 93: 90 The Moon Alexandria Cope Margare
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Page 96 and 97: 94 some ninja turtle action. Noah s
Page 100 and 101: 98 Belinda slipped off the wet coat
Page 102 and 103: 100 “I liked Pretty Pretty Prince
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Page 112 and 113: 110 Jason and his fling heard the d
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Page 126 and 127: 124 Running Amber Cook They were fo
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Page 130 and 131: 128 Scream Megan Whiting It was a s
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Page 140 and 141: 138 “She showed up at that church
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Page 144 and 145: 142 “I made you dinner, did I not
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148 “Tell your momma! Tell her I
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154 BROTHERLY LOVE Diane Arrelle Na
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160 Listening Neal Steichen Oh, Chr
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170 Biographies T. Thomas Abernathy
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172 Brett Grinnell lives and works
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174 Real Art Ways, Tomasulo Gallery
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