Writing :: So there we were…

So there we were, twenty feet from the riverbank, creeping up on an oblivious squadron of ducks, surrounded by daffodils and weeping willows, when my father turned me into a chronic liar.

It started earlier that day, at the post office. Or it started years before, when he enlisted in the Air Force. Or centuries before, when two cavemen met midway between their respective caves and brandished clubs at each other, creating the first impromptu defense services. Later, the winner went home to his family, sat down by the fire, and grunted “So there we were, face to face in the open plain, when…”

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Categories: Prose, NaNoWriMo 2006