The youth swung himself over and over the climbing frame bars in the hope that if he inverted the world enough, something would change.
He watched the river upended. Across the stream padding over the decade-moulded pebbles to the vast floodplain cut by a storm years past. Mud and silt half submerged a pair of goals on a pitch that once had been. With a finger he traced the spot where the diamond plates lay buried like headstones after an avalanche.
Righting himself, he wondered what it would be like to see a child again. A pushchair rotated in the current.
Chalk Snow 