WHO AM I?
Here are the rules. And here is the “Who Am I” excerpt of the week:
Evy approached from having greeted Paul; she was wearing a pitying half-frown, half-smirk. “He has poison oak all over his hands.” She covered her mouth to stifle her schadenfreude, lifting only her pinky and ring fingers to intimate, “It’s bad.”
“How did he get poison oak? There are no plants here.” I looked around for shade. Poison plants like shade. Or poison ivy does. I wasn’t sure about poison oak. I wasn’t sure what poison oak looked like. I knew I didn’t get a reaction to poison ivy. I probably didn’t have to worry about poison oak.
Paul approached from the pavilion in his Class A uniform. He hugged Evy, doing his best to hold his hands away from her hair, skin, and clothes. His hands were swollen like inflated surgical gloves; they were scabby, weeping, and covered in chalky pink-white calamine.
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Last week: Louis-Ferdinand Destouches, better known by his nom de plume, Céline. His Journey to the End of the Night is the favorite novel of both Brad Listi and D.R. Haney.