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Short Story Contest Entry: Boyd the Who?

Blood smeared the uneaten half of Boyd Baker’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich, the last food packed for his journey. He sat on the edge of the cliff bundled tightly against the numbing wind. His lantern lit a small circle around him, but darkness stretched beyond the light a million miles in every direction.

His lantern flickered. Soon, its light would go out, and the darkness would swallow him for the last time.

“Is becoming limitless worth it, Boyd?” asked the voice in his head. “Turn back now. Maybe you will still live.”

Want to read more? My full short story Boyd the Who? is published on ShortFictionBreak.com. Vote for it by September 6 for the Readers’ Choice award!

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