Telling:
My stepmother was angry at me. I needed to run away from home.
Showing:
"You fucking son of a whore, get your stupid ass down to the kitchen- now!" my stepmother yelled from downstairs. Metal pans clanged to the floor. My stepmother was probably searching again for her favorite cast iron skillet to use to chuck at my head. There was nothing I could do to placate her when she was in one of her moods.
Telling:
I stole a credit card from her purse.
Showing:
Sneaking into the master bedroom, I grabbed her purse and rifled through its contents. I needed something that could get me all the way to Kentucky. A plastic earring? No. Three nickels? No. A tampon. Hell no. A shiny piece of plastic? Wait, that's her credit card, expiring several months from now. Just what I was looking for! I dropped it into my pocket and closed the door on the bedroom and mess I made behind.
Telling:
Jennifer cooked breakfast for her son, Gene. She forgot to make bacon, his favorite breakfast food, however.
Showing:
She turned on the gas stove and left it on medium before drizzling some olive oil into the frying pan. Jennifer then cracked an egg on the counter and dropped its contents into the oil. The sizzle from the frying eggs could wake even the heaviest of sleepers. Sizzle ... the bacon! That was Gene's favorite breakfast food. How could she forget to make it? It was too late to use cooked bacon grease to fry the egg now.
Telling:
She greeted the man.
Showing:
"Hi."