Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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"Yep. Grew up in Four Corners. Went to school in Danvers. I remember — it was back in 3rd grade, the first year of integration —

me and one of the white boys used to race to see who was the fastest. He was used to a flat asphalt track and swore I had an advantage running on ground that was half grass and full of rocks."

"Charlie!"

"Yep."

"Don't you remember? Christopher! My parents— "

"I know."

"You said you were going to a funeral. Was it— "

"Yep. My nephew."

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you. He was a good boy. His mother and father are taking it real hard."

"How— "

"We don't have to talk about 'how' just yet. There'll be plenty of time for that. By the way, I should tell you I'm representing the plaintiffs."

"What?"

"Actually, I'm on the litigation team, Christopher. They wanted me because of my community connections."