Grass Stains

All Jack could taste was the heat of the summer sun, dirt and grit while he felt the sting of grazes on his hands and knees.  The billycart rested to the side of the hill, just off the concrete path.  Steve’s bare feet slapped down the path while he whooped triumphantly, “That was an awesome stack!” Just beyond Steve was the infatuation that had distracted Jack from the downhill plummet: Fiona.  His attempt to wave to her had catapulted him into the ditch and now she was disappearing. Steve responded, “I am so putting this on youtube,” as Jack’s nose gave in to shame and embarrassment.