All 7

The rain was unrelenting. Even on the high ground where Steffi lived, there was standing water and her basement was oozing, leaking. She frantically carried everything she could to the 2nd floor. In the basement she grabbed up all 7 of the children’s baby books, her grandmother’s quilt from the back of the sofa, photographs off the walls, and Terrance’s game machine.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

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

4 thoughts on “All 7”

  1. Max dusted the sarcophagus off with an old white handkerchief, a grin sneaking to his face despite his best desires to keep calm. He slowly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the old leather-bound journal.

    “I’ve done it. That’s all seven. At last I can find out …

  2. She had to make sure none of her most precious belongings were left behind. She so desperately wanted her children to have the kind of home she’d grown up in. A warm, safe place to call home. She wouldn’t let her mistake of marrying a big time loser who’d left her alone with three small children spoil her children’s childhood. With Grandma and her parents gone, she had no-one else to rely on. But she wasn’t going to cry and wallow in self-pity. She had three great, wait… SUPER GREAT kids. Steffi is going to make a tent out of sheets and read books to the kids. That’s what people do when they are on a deserted island…… She’s going to make this place magical.

  3. Recently I saw previews of a show being aired in Showtime where all seven of the deadly sins— pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath and sloth—were enacted. According to the Catholic doctrine, the seven deadly sins are more serious than other sins, which are defined as venial. I haven’t had a chance to see any of the episodes, but I’m curious to catch the replays and see how these sins are portrayed.

  4. ‘Here boy!! How many times do you have to be told not to throw the newspaper on the floor?’
    A shrug of bony shoulders.
    ‘Listen, this is the last time I am cleaning dog poop off my newsprint’
    Silence.
    ‘All7 days I find my paper torn , dog eaten or pooped upon. I wont take it anymore!’
    ‘Sir, please, that is not my problem’ A squeak of protest.
    ‘Oh , yes ,it is. From henceforth, you will ring the bell and hand me over my paper.’ The thick sunday paper had been rolled into a club and was being , menacingly, thump-thumped against the hand.

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