Today we’re in for a real treat. As her guest post, Annie has shared her short story Brooklyn Rose. I’m posting a portion of the story today and will post the remainder tomorrow, so be sure to check back and see how Rose’s and Henry’s story ends!!
The year was 1959. Sixteen-year-old Henry Walsh walked into the crowded gymnasium holding the manicured hand of his date, Erica Astor. He pasted on a bright smile and did his best to look like he was having fun. Erica smiled back at him, showing that he had fooled her. Henry took a small flask out of the pocket of his blazer. Erica frowned at him.
“I wish you wouldn’t drink,” she said, her tone icy.
Henry shrugged. “I’ll take my fun while I can get it,” He thought. “By this time next year, I will be enrolled in…
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