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We hopped in a golf cart, and headed along a path that fronted the course. The runners would start off through a gate and run in a park on the other side of the chain link fence. At the first corner, they would head to the right; we sat at the corner and watched them pass. The children were running past now; I recognized Clara as she waved and passed us by.
While I had thought I had plenty of time– Jim had assured me I did!- I heard the call for my start. We raced back to the starting line in the golf cart. I went to where I had removed my race shoes, and they were gone. Continue reading
He grew a set of ears out of his shoulders. Long, narrow ears, like a donkeys. Then his whole back erupted into a set of wings. And then those dissolved back into his back, and another object grew out of his back. At times, he would even spell words in block letters as tall or taller than his head… Continue reading