Adventure · fiction
The Fork Beside Her Call Sign
Ryan Mercer dropped his fork when I said my call sign. Not figuratively. The fork actually left his fingers, struck the edge of his china plate, and bounced onto the white linen tablecloth with a sharp metallic crack that silenced everyone around my parents' dining table. For a second, nobody moved. My sister Madison stared at him. Mom stopped...
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