Side by side, he cried and I chided.
It was lunch time, and I was out in the parking lot with Trey once more. We had been working on balance, turning, and just plain skating for the last week. We reviewed everything for a few minutes – me having rented a board from the skate park for him, to which he insisted on paying for.
“Okay, I think you’re ready to start learning some simple tricks,” I told him. He was a fast learner, with excellent balance and coordination.”Okay, so I want you to flip the board under and out your feet under it.”
He did as I said, looking at my feet to see how far under the board they had to go. Trey gave me a thumbs-up, smiling.
“Okay, good. Now, when I say, jump up, and try and land on the board.” I demonstrated, the momentum of my jump causing the board to flip over. I landed with ease. This had been the first trick I’d learned. Trey looked a little nervous, so I got off of my board and went over to him. “Hold onto me.”
His fingers dug into my shoulder as he jumped, landing a bit uneasily. The board started to roll away, and his hands flew to my sides, steadying himself. We both laughed uneasily, me prying his hands off of me when he was safely off of the board. I gave him an awkward thumbs-up, scared by the short, but intimate moment we had just shared.
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“You look depressed,” I said as I opened my porch door. A soft sniffle was heard before Kade turned his face slightly, the light of the streetlamp illuminating the wet tear tracks on his cheeks. No way – was Kade crying? Wordlessly, I sat down parallel to him, glancing over. “You want to talk about it?”
He scoffed, turning away and shaking his head.There were a few moments of silence, save for his soft sniffles.
“One time, when I was three,” I started, looking at the stars off in the distance, “I was at daycare, and I wanted to go on the swings. This one worker pushed me, and she pushed me so high, I felt like I was flying. And, me being the toddler I was, thought that I actually was, so I let go of th chains on the swing. And I went flying through the air, for about two seconds.”
A soft snort was heard, and I smiled.
“I landed face-first in the mulch, face all bloodied up. And I was laughing.” I bit down on my lip, laying back on the concrete of the balcony. “Of course, the worker got fired, but I still had fun.”
Kade chuckled quietly, glancing over at me briefly. I flashed him a small smile, spreading my arms out beside me and closing my eyes.
Realistic Fiction
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I like the relationships you have built into this story. They feel very realistic!
Thanks. I try!