• Should someone have severe or hostile differences of opinion with another person it’s my hope that the involved parties would settle their disputes in private.

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THERE SEEMS TO BE A TREND WITH WORDPRESS OF COMMENTS BEING SENT TO THE SPAM OR TRASH FOLDERS. I MAKE IT A POINT TO CHECK THOSE DAILY. YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND WORDS YOU COULD BE MISSING!!!

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCE

            “We’re graduated,” said Diane cradling her diploma. “Let’s go celebrate.”

            “Not tonight, Miss Valedictorian,” I said. “I’m bushed.”

            “Aw, Mike, don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud.”

            “Tomorrow.”

            “Now.”           

            A sucker for her sweet pout, I gave in. Four other kids piled into my jalopy. I hung my tassel on the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas. With youthful abandon we laughed at nothing and everything. We owned the future.

            “It wasn’t your fault, son,” said the police after the inquest. “The guy who t-boned you was three sheets to the wind.”

            “I’ll tell Diane next time I visit her grave.”