Monday, December 12, 2005

"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.

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