Radio Flyer

“You showed promise, son.” Mr. Bain almost sounded sad.

Vince’s face was shoved closer to the grinding center of the bright red wood chipper. Radio Flyer red, Vince thought. The smell of shredded pine took him back to his old wagon piled high with Christmas firewood. Holy Christ, don’t let Bain send Ma any souvenirs.


Amy Ryding.