Victory Lap

I try out for the team on a whim, a lark. I'm so bad, it’s almost a joke. Yet I make the squad somehow, barely, the defensive coach admitting I’m there only because they need extra bodies during practice. But barely on the team still means I’m on the team, so there I am on …

Early riser

A yawn, a stretch, a series of blinks, and I fumble off my bed and onto the floor and stretch up tall, hands over my head, and work the kinks from my limber self. The baggy t-shirt hangs loose and low on me, something I stole from my dad’s closet before moving out, a memento. …