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Olivia
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Date Posted: 06:56:59 06/07/05 Tue
In reply to:
megumi
's message, "story" on 14:16:19 10/28/03 Tue
>The parking lot at school si dark and cold. The
>lights glow with an orange fluorescense. Parents
>drive their kids up to the front door, the kids get
>out berfore the car stops, slam the door, the next car
>pulls up....an endless cycle. Everyone seems grumpy.
>They hurry int ot the building in silent clumps,
>pulling on backpacks and straining under armfuls of
>books. THere's cold spilled French fires on the
>pavement. The snow banks pile up around the perimier.
> They are frozen and slick. I'm carrying too
>manybags, hot coffee, my lunch. Sarah is up ahead, I
>yell hello, she yells back, doesn't wait for me to
>catch up. I was always the slow one. Walking home as
>a kid, I'd dawdle, especialy in the spring, when the
>roads were still dirt and melting snow made rivers
>down the sides of hte road. I'd walk home, slowly,
>eyes on the ground, smelling the wet earth, happy to
>be alive.
>
>by Megumi Hahn
Bit odd, but I liked it. It really expressed how people act. Not my style, per say, but it was nice.
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