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The intro from a short story to be published in 2026

———–The untied brown leather boots trudged slowly onto a waiting bus of yellow persuasion. The huff and puff of that forgetful stride elicited some snickers from the young ones inside the vehicle.  Friday night, Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon, Saturday evening, Sunday morning, Sunday noon, Sunday afternoon, Sunday evening, Saturday night, early Monday morning, time flew by and it wasn’t enough. With a red and black plaid flannel shirt with the top button loose and eyes half-dazed, Kyle wondered how the weekend had gone fast. While everyone was chatty about what happened during the weekend, someone is still waking up from the Sabbath and Lord’s day stupor. With heavy eyelids, his eyes wandered at a sea of green fields and brown earth towering up the horizon. The sun barely crept through thick globs of dark blue, gray, and white above. He wished he was somewhere else. He looked down and grabbed his black backpack and held on to it tight, that no one would try to take it away from him. He gazed at the miniature soft, terry cloth charm loosely hanging from the round zipper pull; white square face with soft round corners, with pointed ears and three tiny lines jutting out from each check. A cute red ribbon delicately sewn on top of the right ear. It smiled at him. No one else did. He thought of another place to be, away from all this minutiae around and all over him at the moment.To Kyle Winchell, he is the Mina of his own future, with a peculiar but inquisitive child, a home with white picket fence, and a car to drive anywhere.

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