Sarah
Author's note:
I decided to write this piece when my Creative Writing teacher told us to create an exciting...
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Eddie Long
I sat there. Staring at her through the smudged window of my crappy old rusting ice cream truck. She was a cute little girl, with blonde curls that hung down by her chin and big blue eyes that could win over anyone. Today she wore a knee length light pink jumper with matching knee high socks, black dress shoes and a white sweater to top it off. She wore a matching pink bow in her hair, holding the curls out of her face. She was a cute little thing. What was her name? Sam? Sarah? Sarah. That was it. A good name. Adorable, just like her. I started up the truck. It took a few seconds, that dang old thing. I didn’t know what we were going to do when it gave out. Oh well. I forced my thoughts back to Sarah. Should I do it today? No. Tomorrow perhaps. And that was my last thought about little Sarah for the day.
Elizabeth Lowe said...
Feb. 19, 2013 at 5:58 am
Feb. 19, 2013 at 5:58 am
Amie, this story is very well written.
I'm not ordinarily into mysteries but you had me hooked ─ I found myself turning page after page to read what would happen next.
As a former reporter and editor, it's my opinion that you have very promising writing skills.
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