The tripod went up in front of me. I guess there were a few hundred cameras in the place, moms and dads taking pictures of their little snowflakes. I ...as taking pictures of my wife.Okay, middle school graduation. They didn’t have those when I was in middle school, but today EVERYBODY is special, and we have a ceremony and present an award at every turn of the calendar. The band and chorus did a pretty good job of the national anthem. A Presbyterian minister did his best to deliver an invocation. You’re okay. He didn’t get you. Everything is going to be all right. Do you understand me?”“He...”“It doesn’t matter what he tried to do. You and Harry fought him off.”“Harry? Who’s Harry?” Ted asked. He had lost consciousness about the time that Harry had attacked the man.Lisa watched the drama unfold with wide eyes. She knew Ted. He was one of the quietest boys in school. He was small for his age and pretty smart, but he wasn’t physically strong. Somehow he always managed to travel below the. It is a slice of life, a snapshot, a piece of time that is taken from the imagination of the author and stamped with the speed of machinery into the mind of the reader.Stamped so fast that it may never be forgotten.Short stories are not the vehicles for a history of time, not a life story, not a fantasy epic. The short story is a slice of life, a few centimeters from a whole ball of string.Now for those not stuck on the linear, on to my written words.The rock just barely missed the mailbox as. .sorry Louise, I didn't mean to.....," he stammered. "that's alright Thomas," I said as I reached for a floral patterned, short, silk gown and wrapped the belt tightly around my body. I smiled and noticed how Thomas seemed mesmerized! "Er.. I better go," he said, as he hurried out of the room. "come on girls," I said as I lead them to their room. I sensed Thomas watching me from the Hall as I padded down the corridor with my bare feet with pink painted toes and my skimpy silk.