FEAR OF HEIGHTS
Raylene was in a hurry to get in the house. She thought she had seen her ex-husband’s truck in the neighborhood when she left for work that morning and she didn’t want to take a chance on him spotting her.
She dropped her purse and keys in the chair by the door. Her six-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Pearl, and her just-turned-five-year-old son, Jam, came bounding up the steps into the mobile home behind her, trying to tear each other apart.
“No, I get the first snack,” Pearl yelled.
“No, I do,” Jam yelled back.
“Ow! You pulled my hair! I’m telling. Mom, Jam pulled my hair and it really hurt!” She rubbed the offended part of her scalp, then she stomped on his foot.
Jam let out an amazing shriek. “Mom! Pearl stepped on my foot!”
Raylene took a deep breath and shut the door. “Stop it right now! Both of you. No snacks for anyone. Both of you get to your rooms while I figure out supper. Now.”
“But, Mom,” they both whined in unison.
Find this story and more in OUR TIME ON ROUTE 66.
Coming in JUNE.
Five authors tell five different stories, through five different time periods, and all crossing the same place—the Tower Station and U-drop Inn.