CK Wetherill
Bio
Humanoid with a heart. Writer. Musician. (Catskills/Brooklyn).
Stories (8/0)
The Green Room
"Minna?" "Minna?" "Minna!" 4-year old Jonathan yelled from behind the door. Minna rolled her eyes, set her book down, and slowly cracked her bedroom door. This was the third time today little Jonathan had come looking for her on Christmas Eve - her day off.
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Fiction
The Soundscape
"One more cardinal, and I win," said Jess as he and Lizzie bird watched from the window. "Why is a cardinal worth 10 points and a bald eagle only worth 5 points -aren't they on the endangered list?" Lizzie asked. At age 6, Lizzie had already become quite the environmentalist.
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Fiction
Craters of the Moon
"10 seconds until we are live, people!" screamed her producer. Jeannie steadied herself, knowing in 10 seconds that life would never be the same. As she waited for the green light to flash and a thumbs-up signal from her producer, she was in shock. All Jeannie could think of was trivialities: who would pick up her dry cleaning if she couldn't leave the house due to paparazzi? Should she have rescheduled her DMV appointment? Why were the hosta shrubs in the front yard turning brown?
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Fiction
A Clear Call for Justice
Christopher's fellow students knew where he was headed before the recess bell rang, and they knew the stakes. Some of them even cheered and applauded. Observing Christopher's swift stride and scowl on his face, a sea of elementary-schoolers parted to form a clear path in the hallway.
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Fiction
A Shark Under the Tree
Visiting a predominantly Catholic country when you're trying to skip Christmas altogether isn't the best strategy. Unfortunately, that fact didn't hit Shelley until the resort's concierge escorted her to an ocean view room. A temporary holiday-themed sign on the door read: "Habitacion Grande del Noche de Paz." Translation: The Silent Night Suite.
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Earth
Care as Currency
In the end, the court ruled that my great-great-grandmother, Blanche Wetherill Walton, was to receive damages in the amount of $70,000 ($2 million in today's dollars). It was the second-highest wrongful death award at the time and for the worst train disaster in New York State history.
By CK Wetherill 3 years ago in Fiction