[Critique Group 1] Kates submission

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Below is pasted Kates submission. I  thought it was posted on the  group 
line. My mistake. With Kate's permission, here it is.
 
Leonard
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e Here's another section from my  on-going collection of stories.  How did 
the format come through for  you?

Note new e-mail address.
Kate     


"Grandma Grace! Grandma Grace! Tell us a story, ple-e-ease," my three  
grandchildren begged as I sat in my favorite wicker rocker. They sat themselves  
next to my old guide dog   at  my feet on the old farm house porch. 
"Well, when I was your age," I began, "Our family went to a camp each  
summer." 
"Were  you blind then?" asked Liam, who got the thick curly brown hair from 
Granddad  Ken. 
"Yes," I answered, "but, I've never let that get in my  way." 
"One  evening, I wanted to make my own s'more, just like the other kids 
did," I  continued. "My mother said I couldn't do it." 
"Yes,  I can," I said and proceeded to show her. 
"I  felt the lines on the graham cracker and pushed. The graham cracker 
crumbled.  After several crumbled crackers, I broke one along the lines and set 
it on the  log we used for a bench. 
“The  chocolate candy bar was easy to unwrap. It was hard to break the 
candy, but I  got it right on the first try!" 
"Yea,  Grandma Grace," Paulette cheered, bouncing her blonde pig tails up 
and  down. 
"I  set one of the chocolate pieces on the graham cracker that was on the 
log.  Carefully, I put one marshmallow on a prong of my long handled  fork. 
"The  marshmallow fell off before I got it over the fire." 
"Aw,  Grandma," blonde, blue-eyed Gracie sighed.  
"I  jammed the second marshmallow onto the prong and held it over the fire. 
After a  long time, I felt the marshmallow. It was still cold. 
"I  put it back over the fire, lower this time. Poof! It went up in flames 
and  smelled charred. I pulled out the fork. The marshmallow fell into the  
fire." 
"Oh,  no," Liam moaned. 
"I  needed something to hold my fork up at the right height, so, I found a 
notched  stick and poked it into the ground near the fire. The marshmallow 
toasted up  quite nicely. I carried it back to the log. Turned around and, 
having forgotten  what was on the log,  sat on my  graham cracker and 
chocolate. It crumbled and fell into the dirt when I quickly  stood up." 
"Grandma!" they all yelled in sympathy. 
"Well, I ate that marshmallow plain. I needed something to hold my graham  
cracker and chocolate, so I found the old, iron skillet my mother used. I 
put a  new graham cracker and chocolate into it for safe  keeping. 
"I  placed the skillet next to the notched stick as I roasted another 
marshmallow.  My marshmallow was, of course, perfect this time. I put it on top 
of the  chocolate. 
"Holding the marshmallow down with the top piece of the graham cracker, I  
slowly pulled my fork out. The center of the marshmallow stayed on the fork. 
 When it was cool, I pinched it off and ate the sticky  part." 
"Yum!"  Paulette  said. 
"There's nothing better than a gooey sticky s'more with melted chocolate  
dripping all around. I ate the whole mess and several more,  too!" 
"Grandma Grace," Gracie asked, "Would you make s'mores for us,  please?" 
Sure," I  said stretching and waking up my old guide dog, "but, these days 
I use a  microwave!"
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