Monday I featured Sara Alva's short story, Dare. Did you read it? It's just 5k, a story of friends, fun... what more could you want to take a break from your life right now? A holiday time out, a reminder of summer to come if the cold is sapping you, or even just because those memories of carefree days can be so fun to head back to. 

And that's just why I picked this excerpt. Did you ever play Truth or Dare? The swing is one thing... but were you ever this dumb? 

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We all scrambled up and found him leaning out the bathroom window.

“The roof? Awesome.” Derrick gave Phil a high-five for his discovery.

“You think it’ll hold us?” Sean asked, a note of apprehension in his voice. “It didn’t look so great from the outside . . . and I think I saw a crack in the ceiling.”

“Seriously?” Phil elbowed him. “You are like the biggest wuss. Maybe it won’t hold your big butt, but the rest of us should be fine.”

Sean did not have a big butt. He was just taller than us, and probably more muscular. I’m pretty sure Phil was jealous.

“Mark, go test it out,” Derrick demanded.

“Why do you always make Mark to do everything for you?” Sean exclaimed, throwing up his hands.

I, of course, was already two steps ahead, planning to make myself master of the roof.

“I dare ya to do it,” Phil went on, ignoring Sean.

With a smile and a nod I accepted, pulling my upper body out the window and grabbing onto the gutter.

“Wait, Mark,” Sean pleaded. I caught his worried hazel eyes with mine. “Be careful.”

“Be careful,” Derrick and Phil repeated, only they used squeaky-high voices and broke into snickers. “Granny says be careful.”

I personally thought they were lucky Sean never turned on them, ‘cause he could have whooped their asses in a second.

 

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