Page 42 of All Too Well
Miles laughs and clasps Killian’s shoulder. “We’re undefeated.”
Well, this just keeps getting worse. “There are teams worse than this?”
Oh, Lord. I’m never going to be able to sell this story as a legitimate sport angle if this is the best the league has.
It’s fine. It’s fine.I’ll just stage photos if I have to.
“Believe it or not, yes,” Killian confirms.
“Awesome, I can’t wait to see it all come together in a game because ... you know, this must just be different.”
I’m hoping this isn’t it and they’re saving it all for the big game. Otherwise, this story is dead in the water, and I need to scrap the sport angle completely. Which is the one that Mr. Krispen underlined and bolded.
Even when I explained the sport was Ultimate Frisbee.
So I need to play up how great they still are, even though they’re all in their thirties.
I turn to Lachlan. “Do you guys play often?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, how often?”
“Biweekly.”
Doesn’t give me a ton of time to write about the games. Mystory is due by the end of the month, which gives me three and a half weeks, and I really need it to run in the next issue.
“That’s good, and you practice twice a week?” I ask.
“Yes.”
His one-word answers are grating on my nerves. However, I just brighten my smile more because, while he might be a grumpy bear, I do not have to be.
“I see. Can you tell me what drew you to the sport of Ultimate Frisbee?” I ask, knowing a one-word answer is not going to suffice here and maybe I can getsomething.
“No.”
I huff. “Really?”
“Really.”
The urge to stomp my foot on his grows, but I tamp it down and turn to Everett. “What about you?”
Everett launches into a story about how after he graduated from college and entered the draft, he realized it wasn’t what he wanted to do anymore. He played through broken bones, concussions, and a never-ending stream of pain. “I just knew that I wanted more than a career cut short from an injury.”
“So you turned to healing animals,” I say with a smile.
“I did, and Ember Falls is where I spent a lot of time growing up, so I came back and met this fool at a town meeting.” He grips Lachlan’s shoulder. “Instant best friends.”
“Oh? I can imagine you were drawn to his sunny personality.”
Lachlan rolls his eyes. “I’m pleasant tomostpeople.”
I scoff. “Lachlan West, I’ve known you since you were eleven, and I’ve never heard a single person describe you that way.”
His eyes narrow and he leans in. “Maybe it’s only the people you talk to.”
“Yes, maybe it’s that,” I concede with sarcasm dripping on every word. I give my attention back to Everett. “How did the Frisbee thing come to fruition?”
