Friday, June 14, 2013

100-Word Memoir: The Barbie Tornado

My sister Mary’s Barbies were having a good day, picnicking on a stack of my Jacques Cousteau books. Then I decided I wanted to read those books— all of them. I stole the stack, disrupting the game, and began reading.

Mary was silent for a few seconds. Then she smashed her fist through her Barbie picnic and yelled, “There’s a tornado! Everybody dies! And it’s all Lisa’s fault!” She leaped up, dashed into the closet and slammed the door. I placidly continued reading. 

After a few minutes, I heard, “Lisa?”


“Sorry for yelling.”

“It’s okay.”



“I’m stuck.” 


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