Shelby Morrison
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A Forecast of Rain Over California
I sat in my mom’s old kitchen chair. My parents had kept this dinner set for years, even after years of abuse from sticky children that stabbed plastic knives into every leg of the table. Still, my dad took good care of it for as long as he was alive. The orange varnish still shined comfortingly, and the lines I used to trace my fingers over still contrasted strikingly against the wood surrounding them. When I leaned back in the chair, far enough for my feet to stop touching the ground, I could almost imagine being seven again, swinging legs and grinning anticipation for my grandmother’s casserole.
By Shelby Morrison5 years ago in Fiction
The Cat That Came Back
Mark was a good child. He didn’t argue with his mother’s curfew, he went to church three times a week with his parents, and he bought his little sister gifts when he had the extra money. In fact, one of Mark’s only big flaws was that he did not know how to respect boundaries. This came out when he poked Stella, his sister, one too many times in the back, or when he played with his mother’s makeup when he knew that she had asked him a million times to leave it alone.
By Shelby Morrison5 years ago in Petlife
