Tonight was the Atom AA final. The home team, the Alvinston Flames, trailed 2–1 with ninety seconds left.
The crowd—which was really just half the town—rose to its feet. The boards rattled. A cowbell clanged near the blue line. silver stick alvinston
Goalie slid right. Sam held. Dragged. Roofed it glove side. Tonight was the Atom AA final
On the bench, a boy named Sam pulled his cage over his eyes. His dad had driven him here before sunrise for practice. His mom had sewn the "A" onto his jersey herself. The rink was cold enough to see your breath, but inside his chest, everything was burning. the Alvinston Flames
The red light flashed. The horn blared. The bench emptied.