Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Microstories: A White Slip of Paper

I stood confidently at the top of the stage, my shoulders back, my back stiff with pride.  Graduation cap set jauntily, I waited for my name to roll over the crowd.  

But the announcer only looked at me expectantly, his hand out.


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  1. LIVFebruary 25, 2016 at 9:57 AM

    Uh oh...

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2016 at 4:41 PM

    So much packed in 42! Loved the phrase: "my back stiff with pride."

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  3. ChristineFebruary 25, 2016 at 5:10 PM

    Oh dear. I don't even think I can figure out how one would rectify that in the moment!

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