t/2 – 6’
I was quite done with all my football memories, hardware, and gear. My boxes were organized and everything was clean. Then I recalled I had thrown something under my bed. Right.
I’d almost forgot I had it. I opened it looking for the photos, I had some notes about that summer camp two years ago in which I met… what was his name? I found it: in the group photo, among the eighty something students from four or five different schools, there he was, right by my side; dark-skinned, tall, and handsome. Not that I liked boys, just that my friends had told me so… What was his name?
I remember when we met I disliked him immediately: he was bragging all the time about how good he was a football player, dribbling and passing through five opponents to score easily, or taking a free kick fr
