Commonplace Fall 2025

Their lips touched. It felt warm, unusual. She poked her tongue in and so did Brittany.

“Woooie!” Kiley screamed out.

Steve said, “Now that’s what I am talking about.”

Mandy started to feel dizzy. “Ok guys, show’s over. I gotta sit down.” Brittany slid down to the ground with her. They sat in a cocoon of dried oak leaves and dust.

“That was not bad at all!” Brittany laughed.

“Yeah, maybe we learned something new tonight,” Mandy nodded.

“You’re a good kisser,” Brittany said.

“So are you.”

Mandy leaned against Brittany and the world whittled away to the crunch of acorns beneath her thighs.

They heard a car door slam.

“Yoooo-hoo! Yoooo-hooo! Is there someone out there?” Kiley said.

“Oh my God,” Kiley squealed. “Adam! Look! He has his staff!”

Brittany stood up. “He’s wearing his Gandalf cloak. He’s such a Hobbit nut.”

“All Hail Gandalf!” Larks called.

Adam stood in a long brown cape, a hood draped over his bearded face.

“What took you so long, Gandalf?” Larks asked.

“A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to,” Adam replied in a low, funny voice.

He walked into the center of their circle and pounded his staff next to Mandy’s foot.

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