Since I've been heavy on "cycle" and light on "scribe" lately, I'm going to try to post some fiction. Apologies if this doesn't translate it well to blogging... it was originally intended for dead trees. How 20th century!
The next post (or two, or three) will be my short story Muscle Memory. This was a huge hit when it debuted in a graduate fiction workshop... yet no one wants to publish it. So (muttering to myself about the value of a graduate degree in creative writing all the while) I give you Muscle Memory.
(Required fiction disclaimer: Though your author did in fact put on pads for Sterling High School many years ago, these are characters, not people. Read accordingly.)