Writing What I Know

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January: Back to Work

(Working a memory into the draft of Stardust-Working Title)

Making light of Johanna’s accusation, Katherine answered her accusal of running away with a story. 

“I actually did run away from the summer cottage we had in Michigan. I must have been eight years old, and have no idea why. Before quietly slipping out the back screen door, I helped myself to a handful of plums from a bowl on the kitchen counter, put then in a brown paper bag, and escaped into the cornfield behind our  cottage. I’ve never forgotten the hot summer sun, the sound of flies buzzing in the heat, or the uneven ground between the corn rows where I walked. By the time I reached the end of the field, I’d eaten all the fruit; it didn’t take me long to decide my running away was over. I’m sure no one ever knew I’d been gone.” Katherine paused, “To this day, I never buy plums that I don’t think of that long ago summer.”

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About Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin

Stepheny Forgue Houghtlin grew up in Evanston, IL. and is a graduate of the University of Kentucky. She is an author of two novels: The Greening of a Heart and Facing East. She lives, writes and gardens in NC. Visit her: Stephenyhoughtlin.com
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2 Responses to Writing What I Know

  1. Margaret Stillman says:

    Charming! Love, meg

    Sent from my iPhone

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