Spencer Reaves
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Storyteller. That’s all.
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Happy Ending
Candace narrowed her eyes at her little brother. “Kit, be quiet. We’re supposed to go to bed.” Kit, four years younger and infinitely more obnoxious at only seven, peeked over his quilt at her. It was hard to see him in the nighttime shadows of their bedroom.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Fiction
Small Town Summer Food
Summer food? Yeah, I know what you mean. Look, Montana gets cold. I mean, tongue-stuck-to-the-flagpole cold. So you get used to soups, and stews. Potatoes, onions, carrots, biscuits, warm-your-toes, warm-your-soul, comforting, calorie-filled, dripping grease, your-momma-spent-a-long-time-on-this, so-sit-down-and-eat, food.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Families
The Birthday Chicken. Second Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, we’ve now come upon another Mother’s Day. Let’s do something differently this year, okay? They say confession is good for the soul. There’s been books written on the subjects, religions based on this principle. I don’t know how true this is, but I want to try. Honestly, I have to. I can’t go on like this forever.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Confessions
Bold, Brilliant, Yellow.
The battered suitcase sat on the living room floor. It wasn’t overflowing, not yet anyway. It wasn’t latched either, and his eyes were drawn to a sleeve peeking out. It was yellow, the color of the first flower he’d ever bought her, a marigold for a summer corsage.
By Spencer Reaves4 years ago in Fiction
