She had tangerine hair. Thick and tangled like an unkempt bush. Every spring after the snow had melted, we hurled ourselves into the backwoods, and like wild boars, we charged. Twigs snapped and cracked scratching our skin. Our legs and feet were like thin twigs dipped in mud. She’d holler at me, “Keep up young … More My Tangerine Girl
This is a short story about the strange discovery of two skeletal remains that died while embracing each other.
I had no ideas for a short story so I wrote about an incident that happened when I was in high school. (The names have been changed). Mrs. Willow, an English teacher, has devastating news for her class.