First Steps
Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2018 10:02 pm
It hurt to fall; not the impact, of course, but the sudden shock of cold from the ice rink's floor. Kaine Fischer let out a hiss of excitement as he felt the sensation run up his spine. He hadn't skated since he was twelve, or thirteen, or one of those awkward years. The first steps had been difficult, but the skill returned to him like riding a bike.
Patrick was probably waiting for him. Kaine had to admit it was his fault-- he had left his brother in the food court while he went to buy some trinkets (AXE Body-spray, a Jimi Hendrix shirt, a DVD set of some Mystery Science Theatre episodes) and had wound up here. Sometimes Kaine just didn't know what he was doing-- he was a creature of impulse.
But enough thinking-- time for skating. Kaine wobbled back up to balance upon his blades and, losing himself in the cycle of skating, he lost notice of anyone around him.
Patrick was probably waiting for him. Kaine had to admit it was his fault-- he had left his brother in the food court while he went to buy some trinkets (AXE Body-spray, a Jimi Hendrix shirt, a DVD set of some Mystery Science Theatre episodes) and had wound up here. Sometimes Kaine just didn't know what he was doing-- he was a creature of impulse.
But enough thinking-- time for skating. Kaine wobbled back up to balance upon his blades and, losing himself in the cycle of skating, he lost notice of anyone around him.