Crystal bounced up the steps to the white porch and through
the welcoming door. She followed her nose to the kitchen, just like every time
she came to visit. Fresh cookies and lemonade were set out on the kitchen
table. Nana Mae was sitting at the table talking with someone whose back was
turned to Crystal. There was a light tan Stetson hanging on the back of the
chair. Chrystal inwardly groaned.
James Bowers.
In her twelve years, she had
never met anyone she disliked more. She couldn’t even put her finger on why she
disliked him. She just did.
I love snapshot drabbles like this.
ReplyDeletethis is really good, Rachel!
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