The sadistic breeze smacks every inch of Greg’s skin. Jacketed friends count down his dive. Their cameras poise on seven. On three, Greg vows to never bet against Anthony again. He hears clicks, laughter, then he’s touching bottom, twelve shivering feet away.

8 Replies to “Honor”

  1. I love how you never describe the scene, but by giving us “jacketed” you let us deduce that this must be a wintertime prank. Or a chilly day, at least. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Christine! I had them in coats at first, but that seemed too dangerous. Spring jackets were uncomfortable enough and they didn’t threaten poor Greg’s life.

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