Keep The LIne

Story idea

His mind wandered bac to the day the letter arrived in the mail. The white envelope sat on his dinner plate, void of food when he arrived home...late and full of energy.

Sitting down, he picked it up, eyeing the return address - ???? College.



Three generations of hope sweat and talent rested sqarely on the back of his shoulders, and ran tightly through the veins and muscles of his right arm. His throwing arm. His right arm, which now lay pinned down underneath the heavy weight of a Honda Civic. What the hell was he doing riding his bike at 10PM on a dark rode? His coach was gonna kill him. Coach Peterson would have to stand in line, behind his parents. his mother. sorry mom. saly tears ran down his dirty cheeks already caked with dirt and blood.