EX: Writer’s Toolbox – Popsicle Sticks

Posted on | March 27, 2009 | No Comments

First Sentence: There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbidden.
Non Sequitur: I cheated on my spouse. And it wasn’t the first time.
Last Sentence: The day her mother slapped her face.

There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbiddeb. I looked around the kitchen making sure Mom wasn’t within hearing or sight, when I snuck over to the just out-of-the-oven apple pie cooling on the rack. The pie wasn’t for us, not at all. Mom has made it to take to church for the ladies Evening Social. I just wanted a small taste of the crust of course, so I took a tiny pinch. With the crumbs clinging to my fingers, I stuck each one into my mouth to lick them clean. It wasn’t the first time I had wanted to do something forbidden. Just last week, I had cheated on a spelling test by placing the list of words on a small card and taping it to the back of my friend’s chair, all while the teacher had been out of the room during one of our breaks. Of course, I had felt guilty about it afterward. This week, I decided to study for the next spelling test instead. I was about to snitch another crumb or two, when I heard the door open and my Dad call out a “I’m home” greeting to the rest of us. I always told Dad all he was doing was stating the obvious. I knew Dad would head back to his and MOm’s room to change out o fhis suit and then help around the house fixing a meal or calling for take out, since Mom would be out at church. So before the pie would be whisked away, I leaned over to take a deep whiff of the sweet scent of cinnamon laced apples inside a light flaky, buttery crust. My hand reached out once again to take one last pinch, when out of nowhere a hand swatted at mine. I had finally been thwarted by Mom. Drat!

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