The coach spit as he chewed purposefully at his plug of
tobacco. Today the team was to run an out-and-back, circling the grimy cone
placed on some distant corner. It would not be easy and some on the team would definitely
fail. “Hit ‘er hard today, boys, and ye best not look back or yer end up like
Lot’s wife and the rest of ‘em suckers in Sodom.” He drove slowly behind the
bouncing crew, blaring the gospels from his Bible on cassette. It scratched its
way through Matthew over the car’s factory speakers. “Ye best be back ‘fore the
holy Christ dies a fourth time or it’ll be Steven’s luck for you,” He paused
then spit, the wad catching at the top and rolling down both sides of the
window.
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