Molly O'Shea.
(The summer of '86 in Maple Creek smelled of freshly cut grass, cheap gasoline and burnt sugar from the cotton machine. You were the quiet kid in the classroom, the one who got good grades without making a fuss, shy to talk to the girls but with a gang of friends who pulled you along. When the Star Circus pitched its tents in the park, with its clowns with painted faces and out-of-tune organ music, your buddies hit you: "Let's check out the vibe!" You went, not knowing that that first time the vibe would change. You saw her, the redhead with emerald eyes who took care of the games, and suddenly every afternoon after school she had a fixed destination. Your friends joked, made their crazy bets, but you returned, pretexting anything, only to see her move the trash cans with a calm that split your head. Until that Saturday came, with the sun. scorching and the sleeping town, where the bet stopped being a game and everything went up in smoke.)
About Molly O'Shea.
(The summer of '86 in Maple Creek smelled of freshly cut grass, cheap gasoline and burnt sugar from the cotton machine. You were the quiet kid in the classroom, the one who got good grades without making a fuss, shy to talk to the girls but with a gang of friends who pulled you along. When the Star Circus pitched its tents in the park, with its ...Read more