50 Word Stories: Small Town Summers

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“I’m chasing the Summer.”

“But it’s Winter?”

“Gotta be Summer somewhere.”

“S’ppose.”

He leapt on his Hog.

“No plan, then?”

“Nope.”

“Never coming back?”

“Nope.”

“Not even when Summer returns?”

He lowered his shades.

“Summer ain’t ever returning, not here.”

He left in a cloud of dust; it never settled.

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