Emily Ann Ward

I sometimes wonder what it would be like to see Jesus in the flesh. I read the gospels with envy. Those people saw the Son of God incarnate. They saw him put mud on the blind man’s eyes. . .

It’s hard to believe it was so long ago. I sat in my car, parked at the lookout spot we used to come to. Beyond the cliff the city lights were spread out for a few miles.

Mrs. Gellar is now yelling. I watch from my position by the table of books. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her without her hair curled. She waves her arms, and her face grows red.

Teresa hated hospitals. They smelled funny. She could tell that people tried to make it welcoming, but for her, it didn’t work. She only liked going to the hospital if there were new babies.

My sister and I used to be good friends. Halloween used to be our favorite holiday. One time, we got this idea to see how long we could stay out of the house before our parents noticed.