A Loveland: A Short Story
It was a cool, windy February day. There were hard patches of icy snow lying on the ground, sort of a splatter paint of black and brown coloring on it. There were three of us Jeffery, Ben, and I. We were longboarding to downtown Loveland like we did on most Wednesdays, it was almost a routine. We had always walked down the one-way hill to Loveland Sweets, but it was always fun to go a little ways down on the longboards. On this particular day, Ben said, “ I bet I could get down the farthest.” I was not going to lose. It was my turn and I started speeding down the hill, the wind was making my luscious locks flow. There was no efficient way of stopping on my longboard which was a problem. I was past Ben and going faster than ever before and …show more content…
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