1st line by Alice Folkart
That Thanksgiving, like every Thanksgiving, I watched the grownups, praying for them to drop dead of food poisoning, right off their chairs onto Grandma Pearl's burnt-orange shag rug, so that I could have all the pecan pie to myself.
It's not easy to write on Kailua beach on Oahu's windward side. The large sea turtle that Alice Folkart uses as a desk for her laptop keeps waking up and heading out to sea. Some of her short stories and poems have been lost to the waves.
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4 comments:
Loved it, and the bio.
Sue Ellis
Alice - I meant to compliment you on your bio, too, in the email. It must have slipped my mind. Good work!
Loved your first line and your bio, too! Nice job.
This is funny. I love it ~