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"Those guides, though," he said, laughing, considering their recent hike through the mountains-nestled remains of Machu Picchu. "Right?" she agreed. "Oh look! This random piece of rock is SUPER important." "I wish we had heard why it was important." He leaned into her, casually, without any real intention. They sat closely and comfortably on the train already, but they'd long ago slipped into an easy physical connection. Close enough to say, "let's go on a big vacation together." "You know what's cool?" he said, "This vacation. I've really loved traveling with you." "Yeah, it's worked out really well." She almost joked about trying out for The Amazing Race, but she didn't want to hear him say that was crazy, that it would break them. She wasn't ready for them to be broken, yet. "My parents used to hike all over the place with me and my brother in backpacks," she said instead. "Can you imagine? Hauling us around everywhere like that?" "That would be amazing," he breathed out. "Really?" she asked, turning to him. "Definitely. We'd have the cutest half-American, half-Dutch babies. We'd show them the world," he smiled, without guile, without expectation, and she knew then, they would never be broken. #eavesdropping #writersofinstagramIt works out. Still, rejection stings. #6wordstory #writersofinstagramâPops, pops! Do you see that one house with the big yard and the tree in the middle of it?â he asks his dad, his nose pressed up against the glass. His dad chuckles, unable to see much beyond the little head with big ideas that fills the squished in window on the plane. âYeah,â he pretends, âI see it.â âIma buy that house when Iâm grown, then build a awesome tree house and thatâs where Jamar and me are gonâ live.â âYou wonât live in the big house?â âNaw. You and moms can live there. And Jamarâs parents. I can fix lots of stuff, but you can fix *everything*.â âHow do you know Jamar will want to live there with you?â âBecause we tight. And he told me about all the stuff weâre gonâ do with our kids. Teach âem stuff. See?â His dad smiles and leans in to share the window space with his son, their cheeks lined up, noses to the glass. âYeah, I see. Thatâs a good plan.â #Future #writersofinstagramâWe met at the campus bookstore. She was singing and looking through every book in the stacks for Psychology 101. I mean, every single book. I asked her what was wrong with all the ones in the reject pile, since I needed that book, too. She told me she was looking for one that had friendly handwriting and highlighting in it already. It was psychology, so that meant everything about the book should feel nice. I was desperate for a new book and couldnât help myself from grabbing one and holding the shiny, compact weight of the text in my hands even if I knew I wouldnât buy the new one. I remember opening it just to hear that crack of a new spine and get a whiff of new book smell. New textbook pages have a great scent.â I stop and Mari only looks at me, patiently awaiting the point of the story I suppose. However, Iâm not sure what the point is. Nostalgia? That kind of thing doesnât seem useful right now. I hurriedly finish my story. âAnyway, she ended up buying the new textbook for me in exchange for helping her find the âfriendlyâ used textbook that I paid for. She said her mother expected her to buy all new anyway, so she wouldnât know the difference.â It took surprisingly little for Lucas to convince me to swap. There was something about her that sought approval, like she needed me to let her make this decision. And much like she desired the independence, I desired the gift of hope. The book represented a fresh start - a life apart from the one Iâd left behind. #newbook #excerpt #writersofinstagram-
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What Good Writing! What Bad Writing!
Do you remember that picture book that went: What good luck! Ned got a letter that said, “Please come to a surprise party.” What bad luck! The party was in Florida and he was in New York. Did you also … Continue reading
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