As Cold As Ice
written by Panayotis
excerpt
The whistle blew and the game stopped.
“Okay dad, go pick up your son.”
“What, what do you mean?”
“You need to go pick up your son off the ice.”
I quickly looked at my son. He was still lying on his back on the ice. “His he hurt?”
“No he’s alright. He just can’t get up. You need to go help him get up.”
I stared at the coach with a look of confusion. I looked back at my son and saw him still lying on the ice on his back with his legs and arms moving from side to side as he desperately tried to get back on his feet. He looked like a turtle that had the misfortune to find itself on it‘s back, unable to right itself with it‘s short legs It was tragic, but I couldn‘t help but laugh. I quickly jumped onto the ice and tried to run to his side without falling down and making a fool of myself. “You okay son?” He nodded yes,
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