WEN: 2260EE
Exhibitor Name: Jeshua Wickham
Division: Creative Writing--
Class: 04 Short Stories (
by her side. They were twins, Nathan and Nancy, three years old. Henry could not get over the fact that he was an uncle! Next to them was Lottie, fast becoming a young woman. Her brown hair was neatly wound up and her skirts were not mussed. Half sad, half bemused, Henry watched her. She seemed to have left the tomboy behind, but the merry twinkle in her eyes, and her jovial banter soon told him that she still had plenty of spirit in her. Sallie May was married now. She was strikingly beautiful with her long golden hair and blue eyes. Her husband was evidently devoted to her. She was expecting their second child, and the soft look in her eyes bespoke of the sorrow of motherhood. She had lost her first baby to illness. Peter could not be there. He had finished his medical studies, and was now a doctor, but had settled down in a far town. On Henry’s left was Anna, now a demure young woman of eighteen. She had several beaus in town, but did not seem very inclined toward any of them. On his right was Luke, scrawny and awkward, he was now a young lad of thirteen, at the stage of all legs and arms. Across sat Faith. She was gentle and bashful in front of strangers. Her golden curls hung to her waist. Her big blue eyes looked timidly out of a small, sweet face. Henry looked around the table. Yes, times had changed them all, but they were all together once more; a family. . . . . . Randall walked briskly up the steps toward the big front door. He knocked, and studied the town while he waited. This was a quiet street. He had just left the busy main street, bustling with activity and noise. The door swung open. He turned, “Hello, is this the home of Henry Sanders?” “Oh, y-yes,” stammered the girl. She seemed surprised to see him. “Here, do come in. I will fetch him for you.” She turned, and walked swiftly down an adjoining hall. Randall looked admiringly after her, before he stepped into a spacious, well-lit room. A sofa leaned against the wall on one side. The curtains at the windows were pulled back and the sunlight streamed in. He ventured to sit himself on one of the chairs. A step sounded in the hall. “Why, Randall, old chap, why didn’t she tell me it was you?” It was Henry. “Well, I’m afraid I neglected to mention my name. Is that your sister?” He remarked curiously. “Yes, that’s Anna, one of my sisters. I’m surprised to see you so soon,” he continued. “Wall,” drawled Randall, “I thought I’d swing by on my way to see my folks. They can’t be in too much of a hurry to see me, after four years, can they?” he asked, mock seriously. Henry laughed, “It is good to see you again. You must stay at least a few days.”
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