NeylanThe ice skates slice the frozen ground, a sharp scraping sound echoing through the loud arena. The scoreboard above flashes bright red. We are up by two goals.My lungs burn. My fingers grip the hockey stick until my knuckles turn white inside the padded gloves. The stadium is a madhouse, thousands of fans screaming, but my brain registers none of it. There is a thick, sweet wave hitting the back of my throat. Warm honey melting over ripe peach cutting straight through the smell of rubber, sweat, and melting ice.Even with this heavy plastic helmet strapped tight to my jaw, the scent finds me. It fills my nose, making my chest tighten. My head snaps to the right, my teeth digging deep into my inner cheek. Where is he?A heavy shoulder slams into my ribs, throwing me off balance. My skates skid sideways, spraying ice against the plexiglass. The puck skitters away, sliding right past my blade because I am completely frozen, hunting for a ghost on the ice instead of watching the
Read More
Se connecter
