First 50 Words Post


Crossing The Line

Mark drew a line in the sand. “I dare you to cross that”.
Andrew moved forward and traced the indentation with his bare toes. “I could if I wanted to.”
Mark held his breath.
“Boys, lunch is ready!” Mom called from the cottage deck.
Andrew headed for the steps. “Last one up is a stinker,” he said.
Mark tripped him on the second step.

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