Introducing Abraham Lincoln

Shayna was standing as still as a statue, small fists clenched, glaring up at Abraham Lincoln in the park. After almost a minute, she took a deep breath, marched boldly up and slapped that huge bronze boot. Then she stated with great satisfaction, “He’s not real.”

Then we went to feed the ducks.

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Originally published in Fifty Word Stories and then in Sixty Second Stories.

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