Hannah McQueen
Bio
A lifelong student of writing, dog-lover, guitar-player, poem-creator, pie-baker, avid eater, chronic wonderer, stop-&-smell-the-foliage-kind-of-person. Humanity looks sweet from up close; that's where you'll find me.
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Stories (4)
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The Treehouse Near the Pear Tree
Camila pulled up to the curb and put the car in park. She left the engine running for a moment while she took several long, deep breaths. Slowly, she turned the key in the ignition. The engine’s purring hum went quiet, and the silence billowed around her in its absence as she looked up at the house. After a moment, she pushed the car door away from her and stepped onto the street.
By Hannah McQueen4 years ago in Families
Indebtedness
There are birds warbling in the humid morning air outside my window as I manically hit the refresh button on my bank account statement. -$568.57. Somehow overnight, funds that I did not--do not--have were pulled from my account, sending me deep, deep into the negatives.
By Hannah McQueen5 years ago in Humans
In The Meantime, There Is Clafoutis
It's early for plums in South Carolina. It's early for plums anywhere, so to find them by the quart at the farmer's market, I was a little dubious. Truckloads of watermelon sat parked underneath the awnings, tons and tons of them. I watched as an assembly line formed, from truck to person to person to booth, piling the melons high.
By Hannah McQueen5 years ago in Earth
