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Weekly Contest #281
Snow Days by Dor’y Nicolas Minnesota kids grow up assuming snow in winter. It is seldom just right. Either not enough by Christmas time or too much any other time. We heard the grown-ups talk about “the great blizzard of April 11, 1933,” “24 inches in 24 hours,” “people died.” We learned that you travel in winter with blankets, water, food, and a snow shovel in the trunk, and if you did get caught in it in your car, you never, ever, left the car. But it was 1956, and I was ten years old. That was all ancient history to me. For me and my sib...
Weekly Contest #253
Hitchhiking had become easy for Ann. She realized this suddenly as she leaned off the curb on Gough Street, raised thumb out, on her way home from her morning attempt to sell her rings at Crocker Bank Plaza. Tourist season was over in San Francisco, so it had become a waste of time to even go the Wharf. The bank plaza had proved to be no better. In fact, it was worse. No tourists, of course. The potential customers were the downtown workers. They were not in the market for a ring hand-made by a girl sitting on the sidewalk. Even worse, today...
Weekly Contest #252
Ann had come to dread arriving home after dark, but her twice a week dance classes made it unavoidable. She had lived in the Haight a year and had never had a bad experience, but her friends kept voicing concern. "The low rent is not worth the risk," they would say. "The bad guys will notice you eventually," they would also say. Her answer was always, "I'm careful." Nevertheless, their concern was getting to her. It wasn't just the low rent. She loved her apartment. It was on the top floor of a Victorian building on Page Street. It was just ...
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