By Erik Porter
Excitement washed over him. He leapt from bed and strolled into the kitchen. Bags packed and loaded in the car last night. A punch from his sister as he ate his breakfast feast. Time slowed while Dad searched the house for missed items and Mom floated through the kitchen filling his plate again. He savored these last family moments, drawing them out like taffy.
Grandparents arrived. Time snapped back. Hugs all around. His sister wouldn’t cry, not in front of him, but he saw tears waiting. She punched him in the arm. It wouldn’t be good-bye without it.
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You have captured the essence of a family in a very picturesque way. I enjoyed reading this. Nice job, bro in quill. 😀
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Thanks you very much. My nephew headed off to his first year in college and I wanted to capture how I imagined my niece was feeling since I went through the same as the younger sibling.
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I understand it completely. I have two sisters I’d shared everything with. Punch on the shoulder speaks volumes on that behalf.
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Very nice. You leave so much to fill in from our own lives.
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I appreciate the kind words. Thank you.
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Nicely done. I felt like I was there.
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Thank you, David. There is no better compliment for a beginning writer than being able to fully immerse the reader in the story.
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Well written and great imagery. I could imagine the scene vividly and relate it to when I was younger. Your words would also fit with my son and daughter’s lives; they’re 22 & 26.
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Thank you. With so many friends sending their first child off to college I hoped many readers could relate with their own experiences or those of their children..
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