summerteeth
I hovered on my toes, arching my feet and stretching my arms until my fingertips brushed the aging wood. I was almost tall enough to reach the torch that towered high in the church halls. Almost, but never quite enough.
Our legs stuck to the linoleum bench, our breath quick and expectant. He glanced at me only briefly before mumbling, "here we go." One, two, three and flash. Summer was gone.