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Winter Lane

It takes a couple of turns, but the shade comes down easily enough. Shutting the service window does not make the ice cream truck any darker. The sunlight dances in from the window, a stark contrast to the clouds I saw not a few weeks earlier. Cracking my knuckles and rolling my sore shoulders, I

Winter Lane

  “Hey there!” Was he talking to me? I was the only one on the street besides a group of neighborhood kids playing tag. There he was, in that gaudy ice cream truck, waving at me. When I waved back, he beckoned me over with a smile. Reluctant, I glanced around the street to make

Winter Lane

“A-A-AHHH!” I screamed, swatting away a hairy black dot with eight legs. Oh, it’s just another spider. “C-c-curse you!” I yelled at it, trying to sound brave. Who was I trying to fool by yelling at something so small? My house is an old Victorian, sturdy and musty. The rooms are cold and smell of

Winter Lane

“Did you have a good day at school, honey?” I swirled my spoon around in the bowl. It was homemade chicken noodle soup — one of my mom’s specialties. Ideal for the rather gloomy town that we lived in. I continued to stare down at the bowl, saying nothing. I couldn’t possibly tell her what

Winter Lane

“You’re making it up, Deborah,” I hissed, running up behind her. She wasn’t surprised and seemed to be expecting it. I continued, “And you of all people aren’t one to lie, so spill it.” The streets of Winter Lane had become slushy and miserable. The snow had melted slightly, creating a porridge of frigid water

Winter Lane

I kicked a chunk of ice along my path, bored with the same sidewalk and the same routine that I took every day to school. At least there was a change in the typical rainy weather … but that change came with snow. Why?! At least high-school was almost over. Although, as soon as that

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