17 Days To Go

See this entry for an explanation of this madness.

Elijah fell flat on his ass.

Skate-clad feet in the air, arms flailing, rolling onto his back and now off his ass, as the fall prolonged itself by working its way into becoming something of an inelegantly sprawling slide across the hard expanse of ice.

Elijah felt the motion catch at the bottom of his sweater and tug it up slightly. The powdered ice scraped away by a full day's skating clumped against the small of his back, and slowly began to melt just that little bit. Just that little bit, yet still one of the most infuriating sensations ever.