By Leslie Lindsay After careful review from my critique partner, this scene won’t be making the cut for my novel-in-progress, sad as that is… My repsonse:  “I may have banged this out to understand my character’s story better.”  Remember, even if the writing’s good, it doesn’t always have a place in your current story.  So, I am saying good-bye to this piece but thought I’d at least give it a chance to be seen.  Remember, this is original work.  No part may be reproduced without consent from the author.  Thank you.  Annie 31 years ago Woodstock, GA          “At five years old, I had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and was referred to as precocious.  It was summer.  The kitchen of my childhood home was blue, like the taste of muffins.  An aloe vera plant grew in the windowsill, green smooth and slick.  Cutlery clanged, filling the air with sparkly bursts of color.         “Do it again!” I begged mom bouncing in my chair at the table.         “Do what?” My mother turned slowly from the Whirlpool …