Amanda Curtis
Stories (4/0)
Hospital of Doom
Hospital of Doom I received the certified letter in the mail. I hate those letters, they scare me. It was from the health department informing me that my yearly mammogram would not be at the regular clinic but at Bloom Memorial Hospital. As I read the words ‘Bloom Memorial
By Amanda Curtis3 years ago in Criminal
Trailer
Dad lived in a dilapidated 1973 trailer his screen door faced the river. That crusty Fleetwood trailer sat in our back yard for years they bought it intending it for family vacations. We had no truck to pull it, no where to go and no money to get us there. So it sat there by the fire pit, rotting. We played in it sometimes but in the summer it was too hot. I remember running down the hall and bouncing with each step. It was like a tube…no stairs.
By Amanda Curtis3 years ago in Fiction