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A New Fish in the Sea: Wednesday May 6th, 2015

Posted on July 15, 2015 by mable33

“Everyone, please quite down.” Mrs. Perkins- 100lbs of stressed English teacher in black slacks and faded Grammar Police t-shirt- sounds like a cheap answering machine through her electric megaphone, “You, James Hinton, sit down!” The gym is a sweltering mass of heads, arms, and backpacks, … Continue reading →

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Cherry Bomb Love: New Years Eve 2014

Posted on February 27, 2015 by mable33

“Did he kiss you?” June asks. She reclining in a lawn chair, sipping a Dr. Pepper like it’s a White Russian. Admittedly, she doesn’t play the roll of ‘love guru’ better than Mike Myers. “Or should I ask, ‘how big was his … Continue reading →

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A Long Distance Call: Friday Nov. 21, 2014

Posted on January 20, 2015 by mable33

Bloop, bloop, bloop,…werrrr….werrr…. After a few tense moments Timothy answers my call. This is my first time using Skype ever and I was beginning to worry if I was doing it right. “Hey, Mable.” He smiles, his teeth appearing powder … Continue reading →

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Waiting for Gordon: Friday Nov. 14, 2014

Posted on January 11, 2015 by mable33

“You’re suppose to have the van back this afternoon?” June asks for the seventh time this morning and about the hundredth time this week. “For the thousandth time, yes.” I say, exasperated. She’s acted like changing my answer could bring Morgan’s Cornet … Continue reading →

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Gifts from Strangers: Wednesday Oct. 15, 2014

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mable33

“It’s a tea set,” June groans, her face twisted in disgust, “the wetback got me a tea set! He thinks I’m five. Mierda!” “A tea set?” I take in the scene; June in her backyard, sitting in a vintage lawn chair, behind her the … Continue reading →

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Mother of a Ham: Tuesday Sept 30, 2014

Posted on November 1, 2014 by mable33

“Oliver?” Sunny asks, his lips hovering an inch above the radio mic. The rest of the small ham setup, Oliver’s old Kenwood 2-meter, sits flat on a folding table in front of him. “Hello?” He adjust the tuner with his thumb and forefinger, carefully … Continue reading →

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Pen-Paling for Jesus: Sept 10, 2014

Posted on October 11, 2014 by mable33

“Who’s this guy again?” Morgan asks. The kitchen table shakes as she flips through her World Civ. book, comparing her teachers PowerPoint notes with the text. There’s hardly enough room for my laptop. “Timothy Jansen, the new music directors son. He goes … Continue reading →

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Jane Austen, A Character Study: Wednesday Aug. 6th, 2014

Posted on August 21, 2014 by mable33

“I know that most of you enjoyed the summer reading list, and I can tell you why.” Mrs. Powell, the Turkey, a thin, birdlike woman with close-cropped auburn hair and slender, pale fingers, paces before the class. “It’s because they … Continue reading →

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Greenville Radio: Tuesday Jul. 29th, 2014

Posted on August 6, 2014 by mable33

“God, it’s hot,” I exhale and attempt to breathe through my mouth, burning my lungs in the process. “I think I’m melting.” “What?” Oliver asks. Before, with his heavy frame glasses and grandpa demeanor, all he needed was to be … Continue reading →

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20 Meters Up and a Thousand Miles Away: Saturday Jul. 12th, 2014

Posted on July 28, 2014 by mable33

I’m miles into the stratosphere, alone, freezing, and about to plummet into the ice cold Atlantic… Ok, maybe it’s not that dramatic, but standing on the 20 meter high dive above Greenville’s only municipal pool as dozens of red, chlorinated … Continue reading →

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