100 words
Coming of Age
As a space cowboy
Nanji Erode wrote this story first. Then Zane Dickens did. It made me want to give a shot at yet a different version.
“Dad! DAD!”
“Yes? What’s up, little man?”
“You need to know something. It’s scary.”
I smiled. Last month I had learned Santa didn’t exist.
“What is it, son?”
“There’s no city; we live in a spaceship! It’s huge! Come! I’ll show you the stars — they’re beautiful.”
Almost the exact words I had told my mother. And my son’s as excited as I was. Maybe for him, it won’t fade away and morph into despair; maybe we’ll arrive before?
“All right. I’m a bit scared. But if you hold my hand, I guess I’ll be ok. Show me the stars, son.”
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