Friday, June 7, 2013

Flash Friday Fiction


  "Why do you guys even bother showing up?" scoffed Carlos. "Every year it's the same."
  His bright smile betrayed him to his quickly diminishing line of opponents, though. No one was quicker with a laugh or a pat on the back for a job well done than he and they all knew it.

  Sammy beamed at his big brother from the pier where the rest of his large family laughed and shouted encouragement. He knew, when he won, Carlos would lift him from his wheelchair and carry him on his shoulders around the square as he had  last year, and all the years before.
 




 

2 comments:

  1. Yay!!! Love the idea of the wheelchair. Oh my, so inspiring. Just love the way you weave the words together to make a wonderful story.

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