Just Like the Real Thing
Flash Fiction
The line to vote wrapped just around the corner of the school. Darius was holding a handful of glossy campaign literature, reading it to be polite to the bottom-tier campaign workers who stood in the cold to pass it out.
“This is gonna suck.”
Darius turned to the voice, guessing correctly it belonged to Possum.
“Because you’re stuck in line with me?” Dariu…
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