Monica Proulx
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Hanging Secrets
The fields were finally alive with color. Like an artist’s palette, strokes of green and yellow wove themselves across the hillsides. Susan’s mother was driving their 1952 Station Wagon over the country roads with a forlorn look on her face. Sitting in the passenger’s side, 8 year old Susan held her hand out the window.
By Monica Proulx4 years ago in Fiction
A Frog's Paradise
Melvin wasn’t like the others, that’s true. The staff often called him “ordinary” and “common”. He looked different, and that was the source of his ostracization, but he never lost hope someone might see past his appearance. Most of Melvin’s neighbors pitied him. Overly prideful with their own appearance, they neglected to see the value he had to offer.
By Monica Proulx4 years ago in Fiction
