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100 Word Story: Fate
“How old is your baby?”
“He’s four months old. But he’s not actually my baby.”
“Really? He looks like you.”
“He actually looks more like my friend, Carla. She left him at the Woodward and Keefe bus stop and I picked him up.”
“She left him there on purpose for you to pick up?”
“No, of course not. I was just on the next bus. Pretty weird, right?”
The baby rooted around his plaid fleece bunting. His eyes were closed but he seemed awake and on the hunt.
“He seems to be quite hungry.”
“Yes, it’s that time of day.”
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Snow Door | wisconsinacademy.org
Listen to Jan read her essay “Billy” presented on WUWM’s Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “At the Breakfast Bar” on WUWM Lake Effect
Jan’s essay “The Parish Hall,” on WUWM Lake Effect
“Fury Cannot Touch Me,” Modern Love, NYT, 9/29/11
Well this is oddly disturbing but in an incredibly fascinating way.