Darren was suspicious, “What’re you doing with your phone, Mario?”
“I recorded the fight.”
“For our eyes only?”
“No, James Bond; the world.”
“What??!?!”
“I posted it on X and insta.”
“Take it down!”
“Why?”
Darren got right in Mario’s face.
“Take it down. Now!”
“OK. OK. Geez.”
“It better not have gotten any views yet.”
“Nothing on insta... nothing on X, either... It's down.”
“Thank you.”
“Why don’t you want it posted?”
“I
I wrote one for a web writing contest site a number of years ago:
Summer Vacation Turned Bad
We got off the plane
Lovely tropical island
Then a hurricane
You know better than to ask that.
Yes. Take a picture for me if you can. ChatGPT didn’t like to give Stephen all the deformities, so I don’t know what he looks like.
Thanks. Definitely did more research than usual for this and the previous chapters. The times in the final were indeed the top 5 from last year's championships. The names were changed in those cases, but I left the real record holder’s name in place.
Coach Lawson arrived at the Inness household at a few minutes to six. Since he was expected, when the doorbell rang, Michael ran to answer.
He pressed the intercom, “Who’s there?”
“Hi, Michael, it’s Coach Lawson.”
Michael opened the door and let the coach in.
Coach Lawson slapped Michael lightly on the back, “It’s good to see you again, Michael.”
“Same here, Coach. Hehe.”
Michael led the coach into the kitchen where he asked his mother if dinner was almost ready.