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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 scary. Well, I was legitimately scared last night. Thank God I dressed up as a lumberjack because this outfit is really warm. My mom put a thick flannel shirt on me and a furry hat, jeans and work boots. I also have a[…]

 
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 campus.  The sport had been a quixotic activity engaged in by overly metabolized nerdy boys.  Then John showed up, won every race and became the savior of the sport’s image.  It wasn’t that John was cool or that[…]

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.
 

 
The Story
By Keith Wilcox
 
Andrew climbed into bed at his dad’s request even though he really wasn’t tired and wanted to keep playing.  “Do I have to?”  He whined.
          “Yes, you have to.  It’s almost midnight.  Your birthday is tomorrow and you need to be fresh.”
Andrew reluctantly[…]

 
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 out of the truck Bobby said to Alan, “You know that Deli down the street?”
          “I know it.” said Alan.
          “You like those cookies they sell, right?”
          “I like them.” Alan was starting to get suspicious. “What about the[…]

 
 
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 I’m thinking that water is not what I’d like to fill it with.
 
I could fill it with water, but I need to leave out the soap.  Soap stings when it gets in my eyes.  I don’t want to dump a bucket[…]

 
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 it was soccer.  Max was one of the boys playing the game and so was Dave.  The rules for a pickup game of basketball between 13 year olds are always arbitrary; enforcement of penalties and free-throws is a peer reviewed process.  Higher[…]

 
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 ,and having time to relax, and the scenic tour of the town he got every day.  Mark had a habit of watching each kid disembark from the bus and recounting the remaining passengers after each[…]

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 like blood treats artery plaque; it went around.  These occasional obstructions added to the chaos and caused the otherwise orderly procession of people to, at times, log jam.  Some people moved out[…]

  
  
  
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 and running through the main play structure.  Parents were socializing on park benches keeping one eye on their kids and both ears on their conversations.  The clouds approached over the mountains and from the west.  The blue sky[…]

 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 paths of righteousness for his names sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou are with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before[…]