XP

“Repeat it,” Brian, the seventh-grade DM, says, holding a cigarette lighter directly under my fist.

“I can’t play until I’m 14.”

“So stop asking.” His grip releases and I shake the pinpricks from my fingertips. “Now hand it over.”

I pull a folder crammed with notebook paper from my backpack. Brian yanks out a character sheet—Xenon the Sorceror—and lights it. The ashes fall lightly on me. I try not to think of them as the remains of a friend.

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8 Replies to “XP”

  1. Such bullies are all over. And, the worst part is either they seem to be your friend or you want to be their friend and then they manipulate you.
    I loved this version of ‘ashes’.

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