Jackie Gibbons

Educator, Writer, and Reseacher



Chapter 4: Flight of the Cicadas

Weston lay in the floor gasping for breath. A dark figure stood over him swinging a piece of paper back and forth while saying something that Weston couldn't quite make out. Blood trickled down the side of Weston's face. A head injury? Probably. Weston recalled stuffing the lab report in his pocket then putting on his coat ready to leave the lab. After that, there was nothing.

Chapter 3: Flight of the Cicadas

Feet planted firmly on a rock, I was standing in the middle of gently flowing creek in my grandmother’s back yard. Click title to read more.

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