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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