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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