Regret

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 01-01-2013

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“Of all of the fun things that you’re going to do in the new year, can someone tell me one thing you tried that you won’t do again – something you want to leave behind?” Mrs Strauss asked her fourth grade class. Everyone fidgeted, but no one answered. “Wyatt?” she asked the small, blonde boy two rows back (the one looking thoughtfully out of the window). “Regret,” he said barely above a whisper. “I’m done with regret, Ma’am. Screw it; they can just ground me.”

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