I wonder

Today’s topic: I wonder. My first 50 words . . .

I wonder if she still likes lima beans. Does she still pay avid attention to the international news from Eastern Europe? Can she still write a powerful sentence? Did she navigate the perils of drugs and alcohol during her adolescence and make it through to adulthood still able to take advantage of her potential?

There have been many ten-year-old people in my life, passing by year after year. They blur after a while. But some stand out. Like scruffy, blonde haired . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “I wonder”

  1. Hesitantly, Jessie approached the rickety porch. The only sign of life was an old man, seated motionless on a wooden straight-backed chair. His seamed and leathery face was expressionless, his eyelids collapsed on hollow cheeks.

    “Excuse me, sir,” she ventured, her voice not much more than a whisper. “I wonder if you could tell me when the bus comes.”

    Not a sound. Not a movement from the ancient body. She came closer.

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