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SOMETIMES (standard:Flash, 635 words) | |||
Author: Ramon | Added: May 25 2004 | Views/Reads: 3295/2268 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
Sue Ellen has a big sister's guidance . . . Tommy doesn't understand. | |||
SOMETIMES (599 words) by Ramon Collins Shadows circled around the backyard as chickens scampered for the safety of the gooseberry bushes. Tommy reached up for the handle on the screen door and yelled, “Mom! Chicken Hawk . . . and here comes Sue Ellen and she's barefoot. Can I go barefoot?” Tommy's mother walked out onto the porch, shaded her eyes and searched the sky, then looked down the lane toward the gravel road. “It's kind of early in the season for bare feet.” “Sue's barefoot already and she's a girl. Can I?”” “Oh, I guess so.” Tommy untied his shoes and pulled them off. Socks went into shoes. He stood, folded the bottom of his pants legs up two turns and wiggled his toes. “We're goin' down to the pond to look for frogs.” Sue Ellen and Tommy walked between the tool shed and the pump house, helped each other through a barbed-wire fence, then onto a worn cow path that cut through the south pasture, toward the pond. She walked ahead, stopped and turned. “You were thinking about me on the backsteps just now, weren't you?” “Nah . . . I was watchin' a Chicken Hawk.” Sue Ellen walked on. “You were thinking about me . . . I saw you.” Tommy stepped over a sticker. “I wasn't . . . well, sometimes I do.” “When?” “Mostly when we're catchin' frogs.” Sue Ellen ducked under a willow branch and held it back. “You were too thinking about me and that means you're in love.” “Ah, I‘m not in love.” He wrinkled his nose. “You are.” “Nuh-uh.” “You are.” They scrambled down the bank and sat down on the cow-mowed grass. Willow trees, tall marsh grass and brambles bordered the pond. Clumps of clear jelly with black dots clung to the stalks of marsh grass in the limpid water. Soon the dots would wiggle out of the goop and hundreds of tadpoles would sprout arms and legs and become baby frogs. Sue Ellen dangled a switch in the water. “My sister told me you're in love when you can't stop thinking about a person.” Tommy rolled his eyes. Sue looked at him. “Do you think about me in the morning?” “When we walk to the bus, sometimes.” “At lunch?” “Lunch? You sit at the girls' tables.” “After school?” “Sometimes.” Sue Ellen stood up, threw the branch in the water and watched the ripples spread in ever-larger circles. Tommy frowned. “What did you do that for? Now they know we're here.” Click here to read the rest of this story (30 more lines)
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