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Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

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Genre: Literary Fiction

Word Count: 100

THE THOUSANDTH MILE

            “A journey begins with a single step,” said Jared as he sprinted down the trail.

            “Surprise me. Say something original”

            “Last one to the oak tree’s a rotten egg.”

            I chased him but never caught up. Who could? Jared set track records in high school and college.

            When I reached the tree he took my face in his hands. “I leave for Afghanistan day after tomorrow.”

            Originality I didn’t want to hear.        

            Two years later Jared still spouts clichés and platitudes. I don’t mind.

            On prosthetics he wins his first 10K and grins. “A journey begins with a single step.”