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.


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

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


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