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Sneak Previews
A little bite of the Blue Raspberry Popsicle. . .
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Cheryl watched the boys as the boys watched Mom. She had seen this sheepish sickly look in their faces before. The boy’s slowly began to lower their heads. Cheryl continued to observe their suspicious actions. They both slouched into the sofa as if their spines were too weak to hold them. Cheryl imagined they sank so low into the sofa they almost became a part of the furniture. Mom wasn’t particularly paying any attention to this obvious body language, but Cheryl sure was. Cheryl knew something stunk. She gave the boys an evil look. Just then, Sam looked up at her, and quickly looked away. He nudged Randy and pleaded, “Let’s get out of here.” As the boys wearily stood up to leave, Cheryl tilted her head, and squinted her eyes suspiciously at them. If her eyes could have shot daggers, neither boy would have survived.
Soon after the boys left, Cheryl seized an opportunity and went searching for her two dubious brothers. She found them outside, eating apples, sitting under a tree. She walked over to the boys, stood firmly in front of them with her hands folded across her chest, her lips tight and her eyes glaring. She snarled at them, “Fess up! You guys did something. What? What did you do? I can tell you did something.” The boys looked at each other and swallowed hard. Distressed, Randy asked Sam, “Should we tell her?”
Sam hung his head and nodded yes. Randy nervously admitted, “We.... |
Another taste. . .
Another taste. . .
She challenged herself. Should I, should I try? She glanced out to see the other children swinging on the tire swing next to the driveway. The temptation was too much. Cheryl turned around backwards, holding onto the window ledge and lowered herself out the window, still hanging onto the window ledge, but she was now on the outside of the house. She was committed. She had to continue – and with one deep breath, she let go of the ledge and. . .
Way out in the back lot, past their property line, were unkept fields leading to deep ditches. Just a ditch separated the train tracks from the open fields. Cheryl and her friends were not allowed in this area. Not only because of the danger of the trains, but also because there were thorny bushes and other unknown wild vegetation and possible harmful varmints lurking in those untamed territories. Of course, one afternoon, Cheryl and Billy wandered a little too far into this wilderness. . .
Another taste. . .
. . .the car began to roll backwards down the driveway, gaining momentum and heading toward the busy street. Cheryl let out a gleeful shrill as the movement of the car added even more fun to her exploration, "Whee…go car, go fast, go faster…" As the car jolted over bumps and curbing, Cheryl burst with playful excitement, "Wheeeeee! Wheeeee! More, more, faster, faster, wheeeee!" The sound of Cheryl’s gleeful shrills caught the ears and attention of her brothers next door. Randy turned around to see his baby sister alone in the car, rolling backwards out of control down the driveway headed right toward the traffic in the street. "HELP! HELP!" he screamed. "Cheryl’s in a runaway car." In a panic he rushed toward the car. Giving no thought to his own safety, he. . .
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