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The hole was at the end Tal Walker’s driveway. Tal liked having a hole on his property. It was something no one else in the whole neighborhood had. The opening was a manhole that Tal’s Dad had illegally pried open. They used to through their leaves and grass clippings in there, while everyone else had to use the city services. It seemed like a secret—something illicit. One time Tal even told me that a family of lizard creatures lived down in there.(page turn) (Close book). When you’re young you think you’re invincible. That nothing bad can happen to you, because you’re just a kid. However, when bad things do happen you may have to deal with the after effects for a life time. “Hole” by Andrew Porter.(open book) That was 12 years ago. My family no longer lives in Virginia and Tal is no longer alive. But this is what I tell my boyfriend when I wake up late at night imagining that Tal is talking to me again. It’s mid July, twelve summers ago and Tal is yelling to me over the roar of the lawn mower. His mouth is moving but I can’t hear any words. Tal is ten years old and he should not be mowing the lawn right now. His parents are away on a fishing trip at Eagle Lake and his older brother, Kyle, has paid him a very handsome fifty cents to finish up the back lawn. Tal is hurrying to finish—struggling through the shaggy grass, taking the old rusted mower in long, sweeping ovals around and around and around the yard.
Approximate Word count = 974
Approximate Pages = 3.9
(250 words per page double spaced)
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