Black Ice
It was quiet, but I saw it.
Admiration. Like he couldn’t believe what he was watching.
My heart raced faster than during any game.
Sweat poured down my back, but I felt light. Happy even.
After one tough drill, I skated over to the side again. “What do you think so far?” I asked, breathing hard.
Toby leaned over the railing a little. “It’s scary how strong you are,” he said. “But good scary. You make it look easy. I wish I could move like that.”