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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Continuation from Memorial Parts 1 and 2 Kentucky was beautiful at 9 o’clock in the morning. Light fog seeped through thick foliage and hung over the highway and the streams and rivers East of Lexington. We stopped at a truck stop to go to the bathroom and buy more unhealthy [...]
The Fairy By Keith Wilcox On this night Sam had the bottom bunk. Humid, days made sleeping uncomfortable, and Sam was getting sweaty under the blanket. To entirely remove the blanket would make him cold. He compromised and wore the blanket as a skirt. “Hey, Jake!” he whispered at the top bunk. “You [...]
We have a crosswalk down the street from us that takes too long. The boys and I always wait for the signal. Waiting By Keith Wilcox Nick stood at the cross walk staring at the traffic light; his mother warned him to never cross the street without a signal. This light, [...]
This story is based on what my older son, Neil, told me about why he doesn’t like going into lap lanes. The Swimmer By Keith Wilcox “Dang, that’s deep,” Joe muttered to himself. It wasn’t his turn yet. He wished it was. Chris jumped into the pool. “Swim!” yelled Nancy. She said [...]
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