Night Soccer by Nathan Rosen
	"Time! Time!" "Aw, man, why'd you call time? I was gonna score!" "Look at the ball. It's wrecked." The boys gathered around the ball. Sure enough, it was ruined. Countless kicks had left it a shapeless, pulpy red mass, and there didn't seem to be a single remaining tooth. "Guess we'd better go get a new one, then." "Guess so. You got your knives?" "Right here." "Let's go."
	Copyright © 2006 Nathan Rosen