Michael Larsen

The Football Team

There’s power behind every swing of his sword.

With a sigh, I let my body fall back onto a big rock and look out at my flock.

denser and denser

When we reached the lake, some of our classmates were already down there. Some of them had sat down on the stones around a fire pit, while others had retreated into the darkness to get some privacy. In the tall grass close to the fire was a worn-out boom box, and an unknown rock band screamed its suffering into the atmosphere.

without a trace.

They haven’t been seen since