The Oklahoma Kid

Megan had never been west of Winchester. She wondered what it looked like “out west.” She imagined flat. Flat and desert, probably.

“They’re from Tulsa,” Megan’s mom said.

Megan looked out the kitchen window and saw them in yard next door. The boys, one younger and one that looked like Megan’s age, threw a baseball. The parents sat on the deck, drinking lemonade. It was Wednesday.

“Why don’t we do that?” said Megan.

Her mom looked up. “No A/C in Oklahoma?”

Megan watched through the blinds, wondered how his voice sounded, what his breath smelled like.

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Title by: Johnston Murray
Story by: Nick

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