Undocumented

50-word story

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Billy’s abuela gave him a fifty right before first pitch. Forgetting his wallet, he ran for guac and queso.

A squad car scooped him up two blocks away.

Bottom of the ninth, the phone rang.

Billy: “Cops are dips. They need to see my ID to remember I got rights.”


© Copyright 2020 by Jim Latham
Photo by Eduardo Vázquez on Unsplash
published 08/21/2020 on Medium.com

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