Microdosing with Miguel S. | The Fiction Dealer —50 words of GRIME

The sound caused Tessa to skid and reverse directions. The boy’s shaggy blond hair hid his expression, but his grime-covered knees confirmed he’d fallen. As Tessa squatted down, the boy shoved her, running ahead. His cheerful giggles proved that he’d known her weakness–her willingness to sacrifice herself for him. Always.