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March 19, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

Tommy and the other local boys came to get her at the orphanage, calling to her quietly in the early morning stillness, “C’mon Jeanie, come out.”

She snuck out by the rickety bathroom window, sliding down Miss Margaret’s prized rose trellis, and they ran laughing into the woods.

They didn’t like her the same way they liked Mary and Joy; she knew she wasn’t pretty. But she could do something they couldn’t do.

She took the rifle from Tommy and beat all their shots.

“Gosh. You’re the best, Jeanie.”

“Shut up and get me another whiskey bottle, Tommy,” she grinned.

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Comments

Awesome!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at March 19, 2007 11:08 AM · Permalink

Excellent! Suggested title: Legacy

Posted by: Stacy at March 19, 2007 12:58 PM · Permalink