The Creek Behind the School

I grew up in Claypool Indiana, a small farm town covered on all sides by cornfields and small patches of woods. It was a typical small town. The kind of place where everybody knew everybody. There was a good amount of kids in town my age and we always had something to do. Most of…

Morning

I hear him in his bed, A sudden Whack fills the stillness, I think he bumped his head, A laughter came after, I hope he didn’t chip the plaster.