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The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?

Noticing he was alone this morning caused a funny urge to enter his mind. He would leap through the figures.

Standing on the sidewalk, just outside a square of soft grass, he dug his heels into the cement.

His body moved as his mind solidified a clear vision of how this Olympic level feat of athleticism would play out.

Three bounds, flatten the body while airborne, straighten the legs, lock the knees, spread arms out into a “T” and sail straight through. Clean. Magnificent.

He lifted off after the third stride, closing his eyes he steered his body into the green portal.

No longer was he man.

Now, he was flying pancake.

Smooth.

Flat.

He was born into this place of warm serenity, molded by it.

Too warm.

Syrup now. Covering his body.

‘Help me!’ his mind screams.

They cut into him now. Darkness.

‘Pretty sweet jump though, right?’

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Mondays Finish the Story – July 6th, 2015

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July 8th, 2015

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  • Barb Beacham

    Nicely done, and I like that he turns into a pancake. Nice twist! Thanks again Danny for writing for the MFtS challenge. See you next week? I hope so! Be well… ^..^

  • lol thanks Barb. I just read our story a few minutes ago. That was WAY cool.

  • Debbie Ratliff

    Interesting! Love the turn this took!! Very nice.

  • Yolanda Renee

    Pancake, wow, was not expecting that, but great twist!

  • Thank you Yolanda. Maybe I shouldn’t have written this before breakfast. 🙂

  • Thanks Debbie!

Estimated reading time 3 minutes. Mondays Finish the Story – Jumping from the Fire into the Frying Pan