http://slow.writerscafe.org/mmdobbs68 The original writings of author Michelle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776013775 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  There’s nothing I like better than a bonfire. The whole neighborhood turns out to dance with my family and me. My grandmother, Hester Moore, throws a bonfire almost every time the seasons change. She keeps track of the sun and moon and always knows when the time is right.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225231/  It gleams, this store in front of us. It holds nothing but jewelry, and everything about it shines. Of course, I’d expect that from the stones in the necklaces, rings and bracelets but what about the counters, and the floor? How’d they get them so shiny? And why do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225187/  It is raining as we pull into the station. I reach over to shake Lee awake and wonder, for the hundredth time, how it can be raining on such a big day in our lives. This is bigger than our wedding day, bigger than when the baby was born… hell, the lights alone dwarf anything.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225183/  Since Lee and I have been married, we’ve lived a quiet life, him working for my family and playing baseball, me keeping house, and the books for the business. Things around our town are really growing, with more people arriving on the Rock Island Line every day. They come for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225181/ And the man say, well, he say Your alright there, boy You don�t have to pay me nothin� Just get �em on through So the train go through the toll gate And as it go through It got up a little bit of steam http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225179/  Life goes on, without Aunt Maggie and Uncle Pearl and Miss Sarah, but it seems like something is missing, every day. Now that we at least know where Aunt Maggie is, we get a letter now and then, with word of her life. I read them to Mama Hester, and dream of the day I can go see he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225175/  I sit and watch her go, until there is nothing left to watch. The baby rests on the porch, and cries for the both of us. After forever passes, my family starts coming in for lunch, and I hold my secret close. I want her to get away from them, and find a true love that counts, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225167/  When we get to Lois’s house, there is no way we can sleep. Her daddy has greeted me at the door with a big smile on his face, and says, “C’mon in, Lilly. Big night, huh?” I nod, and walk past him into Lois’ room, quiet. She gets her own bedro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/225162/ lilly Moore's early life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mmdobbs68/224638/