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A Forgotten Lily Chapter 8

The next morning Two sets of hats atop pink hair bobbed along the brick road as birds chirped and cicadas screamed. The two women chatted happily with each other as they made their way to the clinic. “...And then he fell in the sand! I didn’t know what else to do but laugh! He didn’t like that though, especially since Kai also laughed at him even as he tripped and fell too!” Popuri said with a large smile on her face. Lillia laughed at the image of Rick, red faced and with sand all over him. “Well, even as silly and funny as that is, I do hope you don’t pester him too much about the fall. He’s just worried about you.” she told her daughter. Popuri made a face at the last statement. “I know, but... I wish he would leave me be! Why does Karen get to be trusted, but not Kai? Or me for that matter?” she stuck her lip out. Lillia reached over and gave her daughter a side hug as they stopped in front of the clinic. “I know it’s hard, but give it just a bit of time. Both for you and your

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2011 XMAS CONTEST

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2012 XMAS CONTEST ART

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Hot Cocoa

         Howling winds pummel the side of my house like a punching bag, creaking the window frames and leaving the whole house feeling cold and empty.  I curl up on the couch with a warm cup of coffee and blanket, quietly listening to the weather forecast in anticipation.  “C’mon snow, don’t let me down now,” I mumble, flipping up the volume a couple notches to overcome the wind.           Finally the meteorologist appears on the screen and delivers the good news, “. . . around one foot of snow is expected to fall tonight, just in time for the Snow Festival.  Flurries should begin around seven p.m., eventually

2012 XMAS CONTEST WRITING

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