But the announcer only looked at me expectantly, his hand out.
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.
But the announcer only looked at me expectantly, his hand out.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Uh oh...
ReplyDeleteSo much packed in 42! Loved the phrase: "my back stiff with pride."
ReplyDeleteOh dear. I don't even think I can figure out how one would rectify that in the moment!
ReplyDelete