Thursday, November 4, 2010

55 Fiction Revision

     My foot slammed into smooth ground, racing towards the crowded hall's end.  A line of turtle-like seniors blocked my path.  Ducking between two I continued.
     My brother blocked the way.
     "Don't!"
     Smack! he fell, I ran.  Wrong, but I had to know.  Rounding a corner, smell hitting my nose, I saw:  pizza for lunch!

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