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Mindi Mikula

The Wicker Chair

By Mindi Mikula

The Wicker Chair

I sit on the step, my knees tucked snugly against my chest, my toes making small ripples in the puddle beneath me. I stare out at the rain, a soft sigh escaping my lips. The hard concrete beneath me is damp and I can feel my jeans growing soggy, yet I have no desire to […]

We rushed home Friday night. There was hair to curl, makeup to apply and dress shoes to dig out of the closet. No being late, her date would be here right on time, and she must be ready. This Friday night was special. The curls were placed lovingly, one by one, with a hot iron, […]