Twin jump ropes hum as they slice through the air overhead, then take turns smacking the hot concrete underfoot. Dancing in this tiny space, the words of the jumping song are lost to me, but my feet move to the rhythm of the chanting girls crowding around the rope turners. 1
What had started out as a joke, inviting a kid who's famous for clumsiness (or at least being very poor at sports) to join in the game, seemed forgotten. For the moment, I felt a part of the group I'd envied at a distance.2
Maybe I can try jumping forever.
Author notes
This is a drabble, which is a very short story that's 100 words long.
A contest entry
- anything decent less than 600 words. by Anonymous Shadow.
100 points, ended January 24, 34 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Thanks for commenting! I went back and counted the words in the story by hand and I got 100. I'm not sure why Storywrite is saying there's 87. Oh well, it was still fun writing it.
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This is beautiful and touching, but you've missed a word: "I felt a part the group". Oops, you missed the of.
Other than that, though, it's beautiful, poetic, and impactful. Thanks!
annye
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Whups! Thanks for catching that typo, as well as your kind comment.
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Beautifully done, short and poetic in it's feeling. A brief moment of bliss for the child. So well done!
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