THIS IS A 50 WORD STORY 1.18.17

1.18.17


They were preserved in a jar. Dewey undid the jar, held them in his hand.

“You think it’ll work?” Rocket said.

“It’s got to,” Dewey said. “Just swallow them whole.”

“And they’ll end up down there? Where they belong?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” Rocket said. He wagged his tail. “Here goes nothing.”


Written at 10:00 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, as part of an application for a school in Virginia. 

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