Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Oct 8

underoos

He was, as they say, knee-high to a grasshopper. The mirror held him in miniature: wrinkled jeans, striped button up, white Keds and freshly parted hair (courtesy of his mother). He heard the bus rumbling outside and thought of his Superman underoos. He was ready for the great wide world.


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