“You don’t want this,” Donovan said with a smug grin, towering over Saul.
“Bring it on,” Saul with a confident smile, looking up at Donovan.
“Alright,” Donavan said with a shrug. “Your funeral. Two tickets!”
The lights and loud noises of the carnival filled the autumn air as the two 9 year olds stared each other down.
“Step right up to the line, boys,” the carnival attendant yelled jubilantly. “The objective is…”
“We know what the objective is,” Saul said without breaking eye contact.
“Well then, the winner gets…” the attendant continued.
Jace Rockland 