Wednesday, June 12, 2019


Photo Credit Jeff Stroud

I'm taking an online writing class this summer with teachers Robin Rice and Emily McDowell at The writing prompts are pictures and we are free to write whatever we'd like to as inspired by the photo. Over the next few weeks, I'll post some of my homework. 

When I close my eyes against the light, I am ten-years-old. Nancy Callahan and I set pennies on the rusty tracks down the hill from our street. When the ground begins shaking, the herald of the oncoming train, we run into the bushes to wait next to our Schwinns. Loganberry thorns stick to our shorts. We watch for the tell-tale sparks as the locomotive hits our pennies. Copper meeting steel on this foggy morning. The pennies are tossed off the tracks, flattened out and taking on the shape of time speeding past. We stuff them in with the other flat coins in our pockets. One coin for every day of summer.

The rust is just age, it rubs off in my hand.


  1. This class is really working for me because I'm loving what you're writing for your assignments!