The Madoc Post

We grew up together, fighting pirates on our make believe ship, chasing down ghosts with our imaginary gadgets. We were inseparable until the elders got involved, separating us when I was just eight years old. Our parents forbade us from even speaking to each other...

His heart pounding, his grandma handed him the fishing rod. It shook in his hands and he shook a little too. He was now living the stories Jack always bragged about. I’m one of the menfolk now, he thought....