Coming Of Age
The tyres weren’t going to take it. James could already feel the grip yielding against the tarmac. He could see them in his mind – the rubber twisting and giving way.
“Don’t be afraid to brake.”
He whispered the phrase over and over, patting the break line as he stared down the opening straight. The first turn was taunting him: daring him. Take it right and the race was his.
James gripped the wheel as the crowd hushed. The timer on the board reset.
He patted the plywood of the soapbox racer and his Dad got ready to push,….
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Image by Pascal Richier via Unsplash.
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Goosebumps were itching on Eddie’s skin as he looked down into the pool 33 feet below. His head snapped back and he squeezed his eyes tight, a sharp breath hissing between his lips as his toes curled over the edge of the board.
“Okay, that was dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb!” Eddie whispered. The crowd below had fallen silent.
The world froze for a heartbeat,…
“Hey, Charlie Brown! Time to go splat!”
Anger forced Eddie’s eyes open. People were laughing. People were always laughing. All the time.
Everyone except Mrs. Gomez.
The trembling boy raised his arms.
She would be watching.
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Markus Spiske via Unsplash.
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The lizard scratched and twitched, trapped in the cardboard box as the boys watched on.
“Look at it’s tongue! Eww!”
“Does it bite?”
“I heard that they break their tails off if they’re attacked.”
Matthew wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed on the lizard, its gaze flicking from person to person, its tiny chest puffing with short, sharp breaths.
The treehouse fell silent. The boys were staring at him. The rock was in his hand.
“What are you waiting for, Matthew? You want to be in the club, don’t you?”
Matthew was crying.
“…… of course I do,……”
(c) Tim Austin 2016. Promo image by Erwen Hesry via Unsplash.
Story 50! Wow! Just another 315 to go,……
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