My Cheii’s (grandpa’s) truck coming up the dirt road. A big old cloud of dust behind him. My Cheii’s (grandpa’s) truck, A BIG RED TRUCK! BIG knobby tires, BIG white mirrors, With a flat bed and stack rack. Grumble, …
A Pulitzer Prize finalist, New York Times bestselling author, and tribal college graduate, Tommy Orange presents his top picks from the 2020 creative writing contest.
“Grandfather would step outside and look up at the pure blue sky, the wrinkles on his face deepening, mimicking the dry cracked earth as he searched for the clouds.”
“When it comes time for you to part ways, you ask if she’ll be alright. Her hollow smile betrays the doubt before she even speaks.”
“Unfortunately, it was not long before Samantha learned that the foster home was just as bad, or maybe even worse, than her home with her mother Karen.”
