Short stories, flash fiction
The Magic of Old Men
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My watch beeped, and I shut off the alarm. It’s past 3:30am. Jareth is so late. If he was going to cancel, then I could have stayed in bed. I’ve only got until 5, or I’ll get Lanelle in trouble, and he knows it.
The Gauntlet
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I peeked through the bushes. It was a bright, sunny day so I could see clear across the football field, to the running track on the other side. The bleachers were full of family and friends.