Military & Action · fiction
The People Beside the Picnic Table
The first thing I noticed when my cousin Derek shoved me against my grandmother’s picnic table was the smell of ribs burning on the grill. Not fear. Not pain. Burnt barbecue sauce. My uncle Ray had forgotten the rack closest to the fire because half the family had turned to watch Derek make a spectacle of me. My paper plate hit the grass beside...
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- Military & Action
- Audience
- Adult readers
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- 6
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- fiction
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