Stories by Mail, Day 32 – A song for Sproule



Barry sipped another shallow, stale breath as he waved a claw towards the roaring crowd. Although he was facing the wrong direction, he could hear Meaghan Sproule laughing, rustling her crimson and navy poms-poms in preparation for her next stunt. He’d been searching for the perfect phrase to ask her out, becoming so distracted at one point that he nearly missed a dance cue. Waiting until the game ended only ratcheted his anxiety up even further, but Barry suspected that being dressed like a giant bird in a lab coat might affect his chances.

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