T. D. Smith
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My name is T. D. Smith.
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T. D. Smith
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My name is T. D. Smith.
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Just a 100 word story I wrote as a challenge. Thought I'd post for today. It's based on a Tumblr or Twitter post I read, can't remember which. Anyway, here it is! Enjoy! "The Slurpee Promise" I flail and kick, tears streaming from three-year-old eyes.
“SLURPEE!” I bellow. “Absolutely not,” counters Father, “Not with such behavior!” “SLURPEE NOW!!!!” I screech, digging my heels into his seat. His patience disintegrates. “I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU A SLURPEE!!!” he shouts, more fiercely than I. I am grown now. The day is sweltering. While I pump gas, frail Father wobbles into the supermarket, gripping his cane. Tank filled, I reenter his car, blasting the AC. He returns, delightedly sipping the giant Slurpee he holds. “Where’s mine?” Wise, old Father responds slyly, with a sneer: “Remember when you were three?”
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