"Parade" [55-word story] | 4
The parade hadn’t yet begun.
He’d never attended a parade as an adult.
“Let’s go to the parade!” she’d said. The word “parade” hovered in the air -- the long second “a” drawn out. And the percussive “d” -- as if it were a vowel in itself: half joy, half admonition?
“Sure,” he'd said, with no evident uncertainty.
He’d never attended a parade as an adult.
“Let’s go to the parade!” she’d said. The word “parade” hovered in the air -- the long second “a” drawn out. And the percussive “d” -- as if it were a vowel in itself: half joy, half admonition?
“Sure,” he'd said, with no evident uncertainty.
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