…. this story is called “Enjoy Life Because It’s Short”. It is about the last day I saw my 19 yearold brother alive. He was a jokester. I asked him to go pick up food for me, but instead he ranto his car to drive away. As I came outside he was laughing and waving good bye. He wasmurdered hours later.
This ten word story was typed on a Smith Corona Super-Silent, c. 1957. Let’s call this beautiful blue boy, Andrew.
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