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Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 100

TOAST OF THE TOWN

            Slouching on the bench, sixteen-year-old Ed clutched a train ticket, his dreams of being a Great War hero dashed. He hadn’t realized the draft board doctor would require a birth certificate.

            “Where ya headed, kid?” asked the stubble-cheeked man next to him.

            “Port Chester, New York.”

            “Never heard of it. What’s there?”

            “Home.” Ed traced a floor tile with his toe. “Dad’s gonna beat the hell out of me for running off. He says I’ll never amount to anything.”

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            Hours later, tears lined Peter Sullivan’s face as he joyfully welcomed his son, the future television show host, with open arms.

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