Creative nonfiction, memoirs
I met our paper boy on a September day after school. There he was, Terry, a sullen, bespectacled teenager, crouching at the corner of the street and using a pocketknife to cut open a bundle. I don’t know what came over me, but I asked if he needed a helper – a bold move for me at the time.
Thompson, William. "The Shack." Welter Online, Fall, 2021, https://blogs.ubalt.edu/welter/creative-nonfiction-2.
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