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Into The MarshesMama once sayed not to go down to the marshes because the snakes and monsters and creeping crawlies live there. They gone eat you up, she says, gone eat you up like a sundae on Saturday morning.Into The Marshes by ~frizzymissizzy
What you think Donny Two Cents and I gone do on a boring afternoon?
We gone down to the marshes.
“You don’t think this real bad, do you, Squeaky?” Donny Two Cents asked me. Boy is scareder than a fish in a crocodile pond. Makes me scared too, but I ain’t never telling him that.
“Course I don’t think that, why you ask?” I snapped back. “We gone to the marshes to look for the Oogey Boogey Man.” I raised my arms real high and grinned like one a them crazies you see down by St. Ann’s. They just walk around in circles all day in St. Ann’s fenced in yard and sometimes stare at the sun.
“Oogey Boogey Man?” repeated Donny Two Cents. He already trembling, that shakey boy. If we filled him with pecans he’d be a walking ma
These DreamsCurt tried to leave while Mom and Marty weren't home. I came downstairs late in the morning to find him in the kitchen with his suitcase on the table. He was trying to cram clothes haphazardly into it. Curt's guitar case was leaning on one of the kitchen chairs.These Dreams by ~doodlerTM
“Do you need some help?” I asked.
“No,” he said, not looking up. “Why is it any of your business what I do, anyway,” he mumbled.
I pretended that the jab didn't sting. “You're going to Chicago, right?”
Curt rolled his eyes. “That's the plan. Bus leaves in twenty.” He zipped up the suitcase and pulled it off the table. “I have a place to stay, don't worry. I'll find my way, sis.”
“I know.” I turned away from him and opened my wallet. Behind all my plastic cards there was a hundred dollars. I'd saved it just for this moment.
I faced him and pressed the five twenty-dollar bills into his hand. “You spent most of your money on bus tickets