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Lost in New Hampshire

By Keith Wilcox    

 

They say Halloween is supposed to be scary, but I doubt whoever they are meant genuinely scary. I think they meant scary in the sort of way a roller coaster is scary – fun[…]

 

Saturday Afternoon

By Keith Wilcox

 

John was going through his typical pre-race warm-up routine.  It consisted of standing around talking to his friends who had come to watch him win – again.  Cross Country had become a big deal at his school since John came to[…]

This Story is part of an ongoing series that I thought of recently.  It is just a part of a bigger piece which I have started to put together in the last few weeks.

 

 

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The Cookie Truck

By Keith Wilcox

 

Bobby and Alan stood in Bobby’s front yard. There was a gas station across the street. The two boys stood watching as a delivery truck pulled up to one of the pumps. As a man stepped[…]

 

 

The Bucket
By Keith Wilcox

 

I have an empty bucket.  My mom told me to help clean the kitchen floor.  I’m supposed to take this bucket and fill it with water and soap.  I’m walking outside towards the spigot, and[…]

 

The Fight

By Keith Wilcox

 

It was recess at Edgewood Middle School and most of the boys were either playing basketball, waiting to play basketball, or sitting on the grass watching basketball.  September was the month that basketball  was popular.  In August[…]

 

The Bus

by Keith Wilcox

  

Mark didn’t like school, but he did like the school bus.  He liked the bus most when it was taking him  home rather than to school.  His stop was one of the last ones on the route, and he loved watching kids get off[…]

Jeans

By Keith Wilcox

 

The mall was organized chaos.  There were no signs saying walk on the right, but people, for the most part, walked on the right.  Every so often there would be a guy, usually a guy, who bucked the trend and walked against the flow.  The flow was ambivalent; it treated the man[…]

  

  

  

Rain  

by Keith Wilcox  

  

The kids who were playing in the park were unaware of the approaching rain.  They played on, happily, on the swings and in the sand.  The older kids were in the big field playing catch.  The younger ones were making friends[…]

 This is the conclusion of Memorial (parts 1, 2, and 3)…

“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadethe me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the

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