Daily story, July 14, 2025

Thirty years later I, tracked down the boy who took my POGs. It wasn’t easy: I only half-remembered his name, and his face was more worn even than mine. But it was him. He was selling SUVs a mile from where we went to school, although I know he moved away for a while. I thought I’d break into his house. I thought I’d make friends with his wife and get in that way. But it wouldn’t have been right, when he had won them fair and square. So I challenged him at work. And you know what? The coward refused to play.