‘I’m going to move mountains when I grow up. Only losers fail.’
I can still see Charlie wiping the blood off his face as he defied the Townes bullies. He was our James Dean, the first of us to die. The one who never endured the small successes of life.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.