Stuck on the threshold. Blue tennis shoes part 3
“Hold the screen door,” I told my twin brother. “What is it?” “A Nickel!” I couldn’t pick it up. It was stuck on the wood. “Your Uncle glued that nickel to the threshold when he was but a boy,” Grandma said. “It’ll take a miracle to get it off of there.” I tried anyway. In … Continue reading Stuck on the threshold. Blue tennis shoes part 3
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