Passing the Torch
by Amilyn amilynh at comcast dot net
Written for: fantasmabob in the Yuletide 2006 Challenge
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The first day Gary scrambled.
The Sun-Times building didn't explode. The river didn't flood downtown basements. Chicago went about its business.
A week walking the streets looking for trouble, wondering if he really did need the limelight, was followed by a week sitting in the apartment just in case.
His mother tried to sympathize, but was clearly relieved.
By the sixth month he understood it was over.
Twenty months later he saw a young woman hurry away, checking a paper with the wrong picture. She had yanked a child from the L platform edge and Gary was able to smile.
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