Gravity

by Tal Bauer

There is something between us, something that maybe has always been there, waiting to be discovered and unearthed. Is this what falling in love really is? Discovering pieces of yourself inside another person? Finding that half of your heart lives within another? Having all your questions and wonders and worries from before answered through the shape of someone else's smile?

“Practice is not a game,” Coach shouts. “No one on our team is trying to kill you!” “Seattle won't kill me.” “This is Game Seven of the Stanley Cup Finals. They might try to kill you, Bunny.” “If they do, MacKenzie, Etienne, and Valery will kill them in return—” “I'd like to not be the coach of a team of dead players and murderers! That's not too much to hope for, is it?” Coach snaps and stalks away.