Dear Gentle Reader,
An experiment.
Fiction in 55 words.
Why?
To see if my verbosity is terminal.
Tschuess,
Chris
Approaching the moment
His heart beats like a tight drum.
Make it count.
Blood surges so hard his hair pounds.
Make it count.
Adrenaline racing, he pushes through people.
Make it count.
He enters the ring; hard eyes surround, abound.
Make it count.
The crowd wants blood.
Make it count.
"Janice... it's Tim ...I could help with Algebra..."
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