D.K. SHEPARD

“Chicken, it is!” shouted Joe. “Cam and Sawyer, you’re up first!”

The others pushed Cameron and a short blonde boy out onto the tracks.

Of “The Greatest Two Minutes in Sports”, the second minute was no doubt superior to the first, but the suspense was threatening to overwhelm him. He knew he wasn’t alone. 

There were the regular customers, other locals, and people from peaceful places who traveled to other peaceful places for fun. Daryna was always jealous of the last group...

Breathe. Just breathe. And don’t look down.

“What’s the matter, Daddy?”

“Nothing, sweetie,” Chris said. 

He stared at the first word on the page, “resent”. He knew what it meant and he knew the weight of carrying it.

Ms. Connor’s vision blurred a bit from the tears pooling in her eyes. It was a simple note, but beautiful.

They marched through a fresh layer of snow to the hardware store. Wallace thought it was a dream when they bought him out of his dustiest cans: magenta, turquoise, canary, and tangerine.