He could see the flames dancing from the top of the hill but could not hear the crackle and pop of the fire. He was not sure if it was the house or the barn. He ran quickly, lungs burning as hot as the fire ahead.
As he got closer, he could see house was not aflame, it was his family dancing around the yard. He had always known that he was different, but he had no idea how different until now and understood why his mother sent him into town every Friday with instruction not to return until morning.
The dare was given, they could not say no, pride was at stake. I was in bed waiting for my new wheelchair to be delivered so could not join them. As I saw the sky lighten over the house through my bedroom window, I watched the front walk for them. Surely, they were not able to sleep this late. I doubt they slept at all. I look at the clock again, nearly noon. Where are they, they should have come with a report by now! The phone rings, mother is at my door a look of agony on her face