Zero Gravity, a short story.
“I want to go on Zero Gravity, Miranda.”
His hand was cotton-candy sticky on her palm and his wheedling voice annoyed her, but she wouldn’t show that.
“You can’t, Taliesin,” she said. “You’re too short.”
“I’m not short!”
“You haven’t met the height requirement.”
“I have a red bracelet!”
That he did. The red bracelet meant he could ride as many rides as he wanted at the Akawe JuneFest. Still: “You still haven’t met the height requirement.”
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