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The Lemonade Stand’

Copyright © 2012 by Rhea Rose.

Electronic edition published by Smashwords for Rainwood Press, June 2012.

A version of this story appeared in TaleBones, Fall 2001, Fairwood Press, Seattle, Washington. USA.

All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction, in whole or in part in any form. This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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The Lemonade Stand


Rhea Rose

They led me into a field of very long grass, the backdrop to their small lemonade stand. The little boy selling crickets in cleaned jam jars convinced me to go with them. His sister sold the lemonade, and he sold the bugs.

I’d never seen a cricket in the daylight. I’d only heard them at night. This youngster readily found crickets, and that seemed unusual. I asked him to show me how, because I really wanted to find my own cricket bait for fishing. He’d led me down a steep bank into a field filled with grass three feet over my own head. The top of each blade where it had gone to seed was the same dusty blond colour as my hair. In fact with my khaki shorts and white t-shirt I was pretty well camouflaged in there. As a slim guy, Id been told once or twice that I could easily hide behind a single blade of grass.

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