Ding Dong Ditch

Prime Number Magazine 53-Word Story Story Contest Winner

I would knock unexpectedly in the middle of our conversations. Jolted by the pang of consequence, my cousins would chase me down the hall, laughing and cursing at me. We flew past the arcade lights, through pool fog, and slowed down into adulthood. We never got caught. I wonder why we ever stopped.

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