Sarah McCarthy
Bio
Raised in rural Nova Scotia in the 90s, which shaped absolutely everything. Worked most of my adult life in film and television, which is reflected in my cinematic style of writing.
Stories (1/0)
The Blueberry Heist
We had been banging on the back door for what seemed like hours. My black hair absorbed the scorching sun and directed it to my pale and very freckled skin. It was no use, we were never going to be allowed back in, no matter how much whining and pleading we did. That was the thing that got us kicked out of the house in the first place. So, we went over to the 200-year-old barn in our backyard, moved the 20-pound cast iron rod that held the doors shut, peered over at the slowly decaying rat under the stairs to make sure it was still there and grabbed our bikes. Time to go bike-riding! More specifically, time to ride our bikes up to Nannie and Papa’s to see what cousin Joey was up to.
By Sarah McCarthy 2 years ago in Fiction
