Monday, February 20, 2012
Just stitching on a passage thinking about the story.
I walked alone to school from day one. Across Main under the stern gaze of a crossing guard, down along the dark side of Maple, past the front doors of the firehouse and the local newspaper and down a footpath through a dark wood.
There was a little wooden bridge over a brook and there were certainly trolls under that bridge but they could never catch me, I was running so fast. You had to hold your breath in the woods or they would be waiting when your feet hit the first board.
At the end of the path the woods unclenched onto the baseball field behind the school. It was full of cold sun with the block buildings squatting on the other side daring me come, full tilt.