I learned to roller skate.
I used the skate key to affix the metal skates to the soles of my red oxfords, a worn-out pair of shoes my mother held in reserve for playing outside.
Without a care, I tested my mettle, staring down the rasp from the top of the hill, and took off — whoosh!
But before I could take a second breath, the clamp on my left skate came loose.
Attached only by a tattered strap, it dangled treacherously from my ankle, while my right foot rocketed on, detached and indifferent to the plight at hand.
Persons:
“, ”, ” — Spencer, —
Locations:
Amsterdam, Convent, Harlem