Coralina’s work is short.
Black plastic uncaps, delicate fingers hold her firm. She paints a sugary pink and sherbet orange blend, a delicate kiss of coral to soft lips. Before she sleeps in darkness again, a confident smile beams at the mirror in her color.
Coralina’s work is short, but Coralina loves her work.
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One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler5 days ago in Fiction
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