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Laura Fulton

Watching Tucker clear the back fence of the schoolyard and take off running, two thoughts crossed Miss Chapman’s mind as she crammed the last bite of her sandwich into her mouth and rushed to collect her frightened young students. One was that John David Pritchard’s nose was likely broken, and that he was going to have a hard time explaining to his father how he’d let a smaller boy manage that.

The other thought took her back to her college dorm room and that rotten afternoon. She thought about walking in and seeing that nice boy who was supposed to marry her with her roommate, his pants down around his ankles, her roommate sitting in front of him, being nasty. She thought about how her life had gone since that day and then she thought about Tucker’s perfect punch, just like a professional boxer, and she had one last thought.

THAT’S what I shoulda’ done.


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