….. The ice is cracked and blemished. Their skates, accustomed to smooth artificial ice, at first judder and catch. Then Meg thinks, I can do it, I've trained years for this. She remembers the miles she has skated round and round a rink, always in the same direction, under a mirror ball: there was a point to all that circling. She hazards a three-turn, a drag, and then, arms outstretched, leg extended behind her, flies across the lake. Her toe pick catches on a bump and she falls to her knees. Adam jeers at her as he dribbles a stone across the trail with a stick. “Adam, look up! Look what's happening!” …..
by Jo Cannon
Jo is a GP in Sheffield. Her stories have won several short story competitions and been accepted for publication in 'The Reader','Tears in the Fence' 'Cadenza', 'Speakeasy' and Momaya Annual Review. Her story Skyline Flat can be found in issue 2 of Libbon.
