mntdew
The spikes missed. Any closer and they could have shredded his new shoes. Even though this had happened hundreds of times before, beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow every time he walked down this street. Today his shirt was drenched, and he was thirsty. He didn't want to miss today, or any other of their rendezvous. They were too important to everyone's morale, his own included.