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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Continuation from Memorial Part 1 My teacher taught me transcendentalism in high school, and I realized the hypocrisy of it all that night in the desert with the Pueblos, and Scott and Larry did too. Our professors talked about questioning authority and the value of our intuition, and then they [...]
Memorial By Keith Wilcox The music resonated peacefully between us. It was slow and finger-picked and contemporary. The words were Spanish and the man was singing about a love he was, at one point, afraid he would scare away. A native speaker would probably not find it mysterious. It was the [...]
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