Saturday, October 1, 2016

september snippets

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My tapping stopped. I bit my lip, feeling the rush of embarrassment wash over my hot cheeks. Refusing to look up, I opened my mouth to give a feeble retort when someone interrupted me.

“Knock it off, Jim. She meant no harm.”

My head darted up in astonishment. Charlie Lawson stood behind Jimmy, and as he spoke, he clapped his hand on Jimmy's shoulder. He looked at me and smiled. “Hi, Miss Lennon.”

- little red kites

Our school was one of the largest in the county. Forty-five graduating seniors, and I managed to be the smartest out of all of them. I didn't pride myself on it, though. I only took the honor out occasionally to polish it. Admire it.

Now I had to embrace it.

- little red kites

June was always a beautiful month in New York. The apple trees blossomed and smelled like heaven. Lavender and lilac and wild daisies and Queen Anne's Lace bloomed absolutely everywhere. You didn't need to wear perfume on days like these. With a stylish hat and white dress, you could just walk down Kenzington Lane to church and show up smelling like you came from the upper end of New York City. Richness. Boys avoided Kenzington Lane like the plague this time of year.
 
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Abe loudly sang Fred Astaire's “Cheek to Cheek” as we flew down Main Street, oblivious to both his offkey notes and the alarmed expressions of those on the sidewalks. Laughing loudly, Charlie poked fun at Abe's every line, his calloused fingers lightly gripping the wheel. I couldn't keep a straight face
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the entire ride, often bursting out into laughter and nearly choking on the brown curls that blew in my face.

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[Joe] swung me into an upbeat dance, stepping on my toes the entire time. I managed to keep my face from contorting from the pain, but as soon as the dance had finished, I found the need to sit for a moment on the sofa where Mira Gates had already secluded herself. She was eagerly eating a slice of cake, and while I admired her ability to pack in so much food, the sight made me rather queasy.

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“You're going to sing to me?” Charlie teased, raising his eyebrows.

I flushed. “No, no, no.” I shook my head, playing along. “You're going to sing to me.”

Charlie's eyes twinkled. He leaned his face toward me, his cheek nearly brushing against mine. Then he softly sang in my ear with Fred Astaire's crackled voice.

- little red kites

7 comments:

  1. I. Love. This. I would read this book in a heartbeat. (And I'm in love your blog at the moment. I've been stalking it a lot this week. #creepy.)

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    1. I'm generally very flattered to have stalkers (unless, of course, they're actually creepers), so golly, thanks for your interest in my words! & I'm delighted that you already love LRK. :)

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  2. EEEEK!!! This story is going to be absolutely adorable. I love the feel of it! <3

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  3. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHANNkKBSNU

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