Umber ( 47.6 — Oleander’s Story)
August 11, 2012 § 2 Comments
Miss Brigid took me to the soda fountain and bought me a hot dog and a chocolate milk shake. By this time I had mostly forgotten about the Terrible Thing that had happened earlier in the day. Miss Brigid took the long way home, through the park, where she pushed me on the swings, and told me the little people were sitting under the azalea bushes hiding from us.
We finally made our way to the street our house was on. We were almost to our driveway when I heard loud angry noises booming out of every window. My dad was screaming, “Picardy, Laramie, what the hell’s the difference?!” Silence. Then I heard a quieter sound, almost musical, like a sad little creek tumbling over stones.