Top right. Boom. Done.
Second shot.
Top left. Boom. Done.
I smile at Anna.
She playfully grabs the bottom of her shirt.
A quick empty net shot?
Just pretend there’s a goalie and I put it through the five-hole?
That’s nothing.
A flick of my wrist and the third shot goes in.
I stand and turn, waiting for my prize.
And Anna delivers.
Oh… fucking my… does she… deliver…
I took the hardest swing with the hockey stick as I could muster.
The puck flew into the air and then hooked down, slamming against the boards with a thundering sound.
My ears rang for a second.
Standing alone in the practice arena had a feel to it.
Empty. Desolate. Quiet.
Very alone.
I figured I would end up thinking about Anna.
There were just too many years between us.
Together. And apart.
I didn’t care about talking to her as my psychologist.
I didn’t even give a shit about playing hockey for theSOLA Empireanymore.
If Ellen wanted to trade me, go for it.
And if Anna was going to be put in a tough spot because of me and her, then I’d walk away and figure something else out.
I skated down the ice and retrieved the puck.
I went around the net.
And I kept going.
I envisioned myself in a game.
A defensive breakaway.