The Crayola box was full. I was living again, not sitting and sipping water. Good lord, I hated that moment.
To wrap up the evening one of the girls asked, “Who’s feeling really good on their skates tonight?”
One of the girls smiled to reveal her purple mouth guard as she raised her armor-clad hand.
“Come on over then!” said Scorpio Pathic. “Now, we want you to hit Lindsay.”
She hesitated before asking: “How hard?”
“Don’t be gentle,” I said.
[friday] editor/ aka Journalistic Jammer