Friday Fictioneers 8-21-2020
The dare was given, they could not say no, pride was at stake. I was in bed waiting for my new wheelchair to be delivered so could not join them. As I saw the sky lighten over the house through my bedroom window, I watched the front walk for them. Surely, they were not able to sleep this late. I doubt they slept at all. I look at the clock again, nearly noon. Where are they, they should have come with a report by now! The phone rings, mother is at my door a look of agony on her face
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well done!
It’s never a smart thing to be goaded by dares
Dear Tara,
It sounds like that dare didn’t go well. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
What isn’t said is scarier than what is. Nicely done!