Micro-fiction contest entry for @jayna

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Too Late

We crowded into the bathroom together. Sam unbuttoned her jeans and sat down on the toliet. With bated breath we each held a corner of the stick. A quick kiss. We waited for the result to show. Would be it be plus or minus?

Tears formed in Sam’s eyes. I bolted from the room, slamming the front door on the way out.

My harley roared to life. First stop was the hospital. I had to tell Dad, give him something to live for.

The nurse stopped me in hall outside his now empty room. “We’ve been trying to reach you.”

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