The WDC Olympics: a warmup contest

Navigating the uneven sidewalk along Lafayette Street, Andy glanced up from his palm-sized q-Shadow long enough to be reminded he was breaking Rule Number One, according to the bulletin stapled there to a utility pole. Never Go Anywhere Alone! it warned, followed by another ten or so recommendations that changed some each spring. Paranoia tugged at him and, as much as he didn’t want to, he looked over his shoulder. Nothing back there but a few low hanging, sparsely-budded branches and the white van that had trolled behind him for the past six blocks. Andy returned to his text message and quickened his pace.

Deer Springs Park at 4:00, need to talk. A simple enough message from Erica, but one Andy had read and reread probably a dozen times since he received it that morning on his way to school. Although barely eighteen and a newcomer to the game of love, stirring in the pit of his stomach told him to expect the worst. A click on the q-Shadow’s Find Me icon showed the park ahead and a lone blip he recognized. Erica was already there, waiting.

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