She carried green patches everywhere she went. My friends and I used to stare at her between classes, watching the slow roll of her hips, the sway of her waist-length hair. All she needed was a tie-dye shirt and open-toed sandals.
The strange thing about Lily was that she didn’t care what we thought. As far [...]
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Christy liked to perch above the little pool that burbled from an old stone culvert. If she stacked smoothed rocks just right, the water would rise a few more inches before spilling into the stream that went on to trickle through the horses’ paddock.
She wasn’t supposed to be in the paddock without her mother, but [...]
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Warm light flickered from the fireplace as she paged through the thin composition book. Neatly penned lettering filled the lines with observations and grievances. This client tried to shortchange her after the job was done. That client didn’t have the dates right. The year’s loose ends were tied tighter than a monofilament noose.
Except one. The [...]
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