Puck and Prejudice

by Lia Riley

After all, being a goalie came with tacit permission to be odd.

If anyone approaches, pretend you’re a frog and croak.”

a squat rooster, his prolific blue-green tail feathers catching the breeze. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his typical male self-importance.

The great cosmic cycle could cave your head in.

“A small green wise man once said something to the effect of there is no trying, only doing.” “Green?” “Forget it. Just know that one thing you’re missing out on during this time is Yoda.”

Jane set down her cup. “Pride and Prejudice. Why, I love it.” She turned to Tuck, eyes shining. “You just named my book!” “I did?” He wondered if she’d really use the name. He’d have to ask Nora if he got back if she had ever heard of that one.

two ringside tickets behind the net,

two… what tickets? i’m gonna assume this was supposed to be rinkside…