Three stories I won’t write

[metrocentric]

A boy and his father are playing hide and seek in the gardens adjacent to the children’s museum. The father has been especially successful in concealing himself, and the boy calls out I give up, come out. Then again, I give up, come out.

I’m relieved, perhaps the boy is relieved, when the father emerges from his hiding place. If he had not appeared

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[that]

I think you mean if I were a writer of conventional narrative fiction.