Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Writerly Flight of Fancy

What would happen if eight-year-old me met 54-year-old me? What would the younger version of myself say?

“Old man, your epidermis is showing!”

Upon hearing this I would politely excuse myself and go to my bedroom to inspect myself in front of a mirror to be positive nothing embarrassing was amiss.

Then it would hit me. Hey, wait a minute, you little ….

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