You can’t go out tonight, Mamma says.
The wind howls and shrieks and tears at the house. I pretend I’m in a pirate ship.
BAD WEATHER BY RE GREENE 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 11
The wind howls and shrieks and tears at the house. The milk in my bowl of cereal ripples as the house shakes. I pretend I’m in a pirate ship.
“You can’t go out tonight,” Mamma A says. She paces from the refrigerator to …