Issue 2 May 2013
Over the Top by Richard Fay
ILLUSTRATOR BIO: Richard H. Fay currently resides in upstate New York with his wife and two cats. Formerly a laboratory technician-turned-home educator, Richard now spends his days juggling numerous art and writing projects. History, myth, folklore, and legend serve as inspiration for his creative endeavours.
Mom looked at us as if we had just said her favorite soap opera had been cancelled. She wasn't happy.
"You boys have been fighting again, haven't you? Who was it this time? Can't you walk home from school just one day without getting into a scrap?"
Which was a major exaggeration. I quickly calculated that actually we averaged two and half fights per week. Which is quite acceptable when you consider we had to walk past the front doors of the Protestant School 4 times a day, twenty times a week (except for Catholic Holidays of course) which works out to just over ten percent. I decided not to bring this up to Mom, at least not at that moment. By the way, I got an A+ in math. Grade six was a cinch.
The thing is, we hadn't been in a fight. Our torn and muddy winter jackets, missing mittens, scrapes, bruises, and cuts were a result of something much worse. Something we could never admit to. Something that would surely get us grounded right through until after we were dead. No, it wasn't a scrap at all.
We had been bumper sliding.
Michael Osias writes stories because the voice inside his head insists. Bumper Sliders (an Albert story) is his first published story.