The girl Chicken Coop (A Short Story)

((Based on the real experiences of 1961) (Chick Evens story))

There were many children in the family Gedgley, three boys and maybe, like many girls of St. Paul, Minnesota, and the girls from her cousin Kate Gedgley Fanny came to live with them, she and her mother. He became known in the neighborhood that goes all along the Cayuga on the cemetery and down Jackson Street to Maryland Avenue, about a mile and a half, when the girls Chicken Coop, because in Gedgleythere was no place for her family and her mother for the summer of 1961 living at home, so they went into the chicken coop that was fenced, next to her house, and was only through empty space our home where me and my brother Mike and my mother and my grandfather lived.

Known she was known in a short time. On summer evenings he walked up and down our Main Street District, Cayuga Street, in the afternoon, near dusk, with some of his familyStates of his age, and had the same age as my brother, about sixteen, dressed in a bright dress, which often seemed to respect her body. She had long brown hair unkempt, thin as a leaf, water melon seeds for the eyes and ears were thin like potato chips, her skin was pale to light brown dirt.

Might have on almost every weekend in the evening sit outside on the hunt, it seemed, until the eye of my brother who has not subsequently recaptured the caliberNeighborhood children. He stuck with Mike. It was too obvious if someone was, his adventures in the third quarter profit. Although I've always been curious if this is not chicken bought for her and my brother is an infinite number of new diseases.

When summer was over, and Mike had to go back to school, Kate had finished high school Fanny and was about to go elsewhere with his mother, and she lunged forward and Mike, still at each other and marriage was also on-Henhouse girl was rolled up and on the gentle current of history. Mike seems like a tree with its roots sunk deep into their future.

You may have thought as the most beautiful thing he had ever met, or perhaps wanted to get married so they do not have to return to that chicken, which means one day, but in any case, somehow had lost its beauty and Mike few weeks later he fell under the eyes of my dear mother, who looked mattedremains dark woman holding her, she refused and told my brother (not so affectionately), the current was too small to survive in

No: 639 (23.12.2010)

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