“skippers?”


two slight eighth graders

run from car when mom drives off

away from schoollhouse*

 

*(Just minutes from the bell and the nearest convenience store a block and one-half away, but the cross-the-street gas-junk store right in front of admin-guy’s morning post…you tell me.  The did not come back past my perch in the next hour.  School was where the fun stuff happened – sometimes a little less than more, but fun still. And I have a pretty good guess what happened.  And this one across my perch is supposed to be a high-tech magnate middleschool!  Bring Back Junior High!)

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