The initiation required a lack of parental supervision. In the moonlight, the boys could just make out the slow rise and fall of Scott’s dad’s chest, a much better indicator of sleep than his fake snoring.
By the light of the refrigerator, the boys made the concoction. Milk, cola, grape juice, and more. Never the same twice, all but one of the sleepover boys had drunk their own elixir.
“One more thing,” said Scott, walking over to his father’s liquor cabinet.
The new boy held the glass aloft before tilting it in.
“What does it taste like?” asked Scott.
“Like…” said the boy, “like acceptance.”
Josh Mosey 
we did this back in the day… nicely done!
Hi Josh, I had all intentions of attending your last seminar but was unable to make it at the last minute…bummer! 😦
My young daughter and I have written a children’s book based on a true story from her childhood. I am looking for a literary agent….any ideas? Blessings, Kim McClimans 🙂
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Is this a challenge with you throwing down the first gauntlet?
This is my entry to the challenge at Julia’s Place. If you click the image in the upper left of the post, it’ll take you to the prompt, where you can then put in your own entry. But I like the gauntlet imagery, so yes. Consider the gauntlet thrown.
Can’t find image maybe phone or aunt issue.
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oh my, as if the mixtures werent bad enough! lol