Erin McNulty
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A Girl Named Marigold
She was my Marigold. She was everyone’s Marigold, technically, as that was her name, but I was the only one allowed to point it out. From ages 6 to, apparently, 14, if you’re named after an object of any sort, the wordplay gets real old real fast. So she went by Mary… to everyone else.
By Erin McNulty4 years ago in Fiction
Memories of a Barn
September 23rd, 1956 Colorful skirts swirled around the dance floor to the square beat of country music. A mouse staring straight down from the rafters was mesmerized by the kaleidoscope. Sophie, on the other hand, was not overwhelmed in the slightest. This was exactly where she was supposed to be. Slightly late due to some hair issues, her friends beckoned her over, and she slid right in to the mix like she’d been at every harvest dance the small town had ever hosted in this barn. She had. They moved it to the Henry’s barn when she was four.
By Erin McNulty5 years ago in Fiction
A Thirst for Sun (3263 words)
Today was the day they’d decide. Laura stared down at what she could see of her reflection in the pool of water below. A constant drip of moisture off a stalactite gave her about one second every five seconds with which she could judge herself. Enough of the people around her had looked at her with a mixture of longing and pity for the past year that she could guess where she’d be going today, but she pitied anyone her age. The pool blurred before her eyes until more water fell into it. She couldn’t see either way. Maybe if her face got puffy enough, she’d pass as average.
By Erin McNulty5 years ago in Fiction
A Thirst For Sun
Today was the day they’d decide. Laura stared down at what she could see of her reflection in the pool of water below. A constant drip of moisture off a stalactite gave her about one second every five seconds with which she could judge herself. Enough of the people around her emanated pity for the past year that she could guess where she’d be going today, but she pitied anyone her age. The pool blurred before her eyes until more water fell into it. She couldn’t see either way. Maybe if her face got puffy enough, she’d pass as average.
By Erin McNulty5 years ago in Fiction
