Post #110 – Women’s Memoir Writing, ScrapMoir – Matilda Butler and Kendra Bonnett
“What cha wanna do?” Niki asked as she stooped to pick up a long, white razor clam shell. It was empty and washed clean by waves, sun and sand. She forced the two shells at the hinge to break them apart.
We continued to walk along the shoreline, and I watched as my little sister pretended to shave the soft hairs on her thin, sun-bronzed arms with the single blade. “Hmmm. I don’t know.”
“I know,” said Dobie, an impish grin flashed from ear to ear as he raised his eyebrows in our characteristic Bonnett way, “let’s take a long walk off a short pier.”
I shot him a look and laughed: “Ha, ha. You got that one from my friend Jackie.”
It was the middle of summer. School had been out for more than a month. We’d swum, waterskied, sailed, fished and lazed away the days; we were ready for something different to do. We wanted excitement.
“Quack.” [click to continue…]
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