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Chasing the Sun – Part 2: The Shortcut

Chasing the Sun – Part 2: The Shortcut

This is part 2 of a 3 part short story. If you haven’t read it, please start with Part 1: The Bet

 

Part 2: The Shortcut

The bet made, Gus jumped on his bike and pedaled away, not waiting for Billy to catch up. The sun was sinking faster than it had ever done, and Gus was not going to lose his new slingshot.
Gus had begged for that slingshot for nearly a year. And for the same year, his mom had insisted that he wasn’t old enough. Even as responsible as he was, she said, she was sure no good would come of it.
Then, just last week, on his eleventh birthday she had finally relented. As he opened his gift, she made him promise that he wouldn’t make her regret her decision by breaking the neighbors windows or shooting the cat.
And now Gus had gone and gotten himself into it by betting that very slingshot. If he lost it to Billy, she might very well shoot out the neighbors’ windows, though Gus guessed that would mean shooting out her own windows, so she would probably have some explaining of her own to do.
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Chasing the Sun – Part 1: The Bet

Chasing the Sun – Part 1: The Bet

Below is a short story I wrote a little over a month ago based on the prompt “Two people make a bet about how long it’ll take to get home” (Prompt courtesy of DemarĂ©e)

I’ve broken it into parts for ease of reading.

Part 1: The Bet

As his stone sailed in a long, slow arc out over the open air, Gus watched it fall and imagined it was a flaming arrow fired from an English longbow hurtling toward the enemy. Every boulder below was a rock troll waiting to charge up the ramp and out of the pit into battle. He pictured cauldrons of boiling pitch rolled up to the edge of the pit in a desperate bid to defend the homeland from the trollish invasion.
“C’mon Gus, are you just going to sit there all day shooting rocks into the quarry, or are you going to show us what you’re made of?” jeered Jeremy from the top of the rock pile.
Gus got up and set down his slingshot. His brother Jeremy was two and a quarter years older than him and almost a foot taller, so there was no way Gus was going to take the “mountain” from him, but if he didn’t at least try, they’d start in about his shoes again, and he didn’t want to give them even one more reason to single him out.

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