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Henna Hannah Danna Rosanna

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A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky
Henna Hanna Danna Rosanna

Clearly Hannah had not read the package properly. Surely she could not have been going for Ronald McDonald red. Poor thing. Look at her trying to smooth that mop down. She probably used a henna. Another victim.

Henna was gaining steam in our beautiful sloping valley town of Highburn. It was showing up in prominent places on pharmacy store shelves. Somebody should put a big sign disclaimer with this stuff. Will make you look like a clown. Not for DIY. But, I guess that wouldn’t help sales much, so fat chance of that happening. I guess it’s my job to educate the masses. Danna Rosanna Fishborn, hair rehabilitator. So what? I’m twelve. I’ve got this. I’ve been fixin’ hair since about as long as I can remember. Mamma owns a salon, and that’s pretty much where I grew up. Mamma’s pretty much steered clear of henna applications at the salon. She says you can’t trust that natural stuff, especially if you’ve gone chemical before. And by all accounts, seeing what I see day in and day out on the streets of Highburn, I don’t disagree with her.

Hannah seems not to be doing much except fighting with her bicycle, though I seriously feel with that hair color she could get by with a unicycle. Or stilts. Continue reading →

PB and J

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A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky
PB and J

“Is that what I think it is?” A girl with a southern drawl twisted in her seat trying to get a closer look.

“Uh … this?” Joth figured his first day at a new school would get him some funny looks, but he didn’t expect it to be over his sandwich.

“Yeah.” The girl leaned in. “If that’s what I think it is, you’re going to want to wrap that puppy right back up and get rid of the evidence.”

“Evidence of what?” His lips formed an incredulous smile.

“PB and J!” She whisper-yelled and then looked over her shoulder to be sure they weren’t discovered. “This is a PB free school. Zero tolerance.”

Joth placed his sandwich down on the cling wrap he pulled it out of. “Oh.”

“What are you doing?”

This girl seemed a little dramatic.

“Wrap that sucker up before anybody sees it, or heaven forbid, smells it, or you are a goner.” Continue reading →

Scraped Knee

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A quick sketch story by Julie Prescesky
Scraped Knee

Okay, yes, that wasn’t the best move. Leena dusted off her pant legs and tried to will away the hotness in her cheeks. It’s not like anybody was looking, nobody ever did. Her finger caught in a large hole at her knee. Great.

Lena was 15 and still with the hand-eye coordination of a 3 year old. She rolled her eyes. It was her signature move – the clumsiness, yes, but more the rolling of the eyeballs.

“You okay?” A voice came from above her. Not, like, from the heavens, but from about 6 foot 2. Continue reading →

Writing

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I’m going to try my darnedest to write and draw every single day this year. I’m under no delusions that I’ll be completely successful, but I’m looking forward to trying.  I will post bits and pieces here as I plod along. I won’t include every day’s scribbles, but maybe just once in awhile, depending on what project(s) I’m working on.

 

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