Susan Wilkins
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I write stories and poetry. Lately I have put up a science fiction story and a children's story. I love to write and Vocal has given me a platform to do that. P.S. I love reader comments! Let me know what you think. Please enjoy!
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Springle... The House
Clarence Clinton was my brother’s best friend. They had been friends since kindergarten. Clarence was being raised by his grandmother because his mother died of a drug overdose when he was an infant, and his father was a member of the famous musical group Parliament/Funkadelics and was on the road a lot. Clarence was a frequent visitor at our house and had become family. He was at our house today to help my brother barbeque for the 4th of July. He swore that his dad had taught him to build/start the perfect grill fire. My brother knew nothing about cooking or building a fire. I don’t think Stephen had an interest in doing anything that consisted of taking care of himself; including taking a bath or shower, doing his own laundry, or any sort of cleaning of his environment. He knew that if he didn’t do it I would have to take care of it. This also included cooking or preparing anything to eat for himself. Actually, by this time in our lives, he was content to eat nothing else but peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and drink milk. He would also eat anything I cooked. If mom cooked it, he was back to eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sometimes he would eat the tv dinners that mom heated up in the oven. I think he liked the salty, greasy “fried” chicken and the weird dessert (anything sweet). Stephen was just at the barbeque as an unwilling participant, and because Clarence was there. I think Clarence was there because I was there. Most of Stephen’s friends had a crush on me. Ugh!
By Susan Wilkins4 years ago in Humans
