Taylor Tattan

The Arena

By the skin of his teeth, Adrian had escaped his doomed fate. No longer was he bound to trip over all of the shit his father swept beneath the rug. A breeze of freedom powered his strides along the coast; the sand permeated the spaces between his toes as the salty air filled his lungs. He’d never run this fast, not even for track meets in high school, but he knew his life depended on it. He could not and would not let himself fall victim to his bastard father.