He tried to jerk free of the gator’s mouth and when that did not work, he attempted to actually pull his hand off his arm … he did not want to be dragged into the pond and run the chance of a gator roll.
We break up a piece of bread and place the crumbs in each bowl. “They’ll jump out of those bowls trying to grab that bread. I hope you saved us enough slices of bread for your lunches tomorrow.” She sighs heavily, then stands on a chair and starts scrounging around in the cupboards. “Here, take this old pickle jar. We need those bowls for breakfast. What kind of people think giving kids a fish is a prize? Ain’t no prize for me.”
...back then everyone knew that what happened on the Space Coast stayed on the Space Coast. I wonder, though, what happened if you actually lived here? Does what happened just stay there forever?
Electrical currents are the blueprints for my thoughts, memories.
I wonder if my mind—my body’s sky—lights up with its own lightning and if it vibrates with the thunder of recollection. Or do some memories stay silent too long?
I wasn’t even a good cancer patient. I skipped out on taking my medicine, a lot. You’d think under the dire circumstances of life or death, I’d remember to take my medicine, but the truth is, I often forgot.