Take the hill
Dec21

Take the hill

by Johnny Fontaine A flushed heat of anger bruised my cheeks and stallions of fear galloped in my heart. School had let out for the day. I was walking home alone down the snow covered sidewalk of Sunset Boulevard in the sleepy hamlet of Coxsackie, where the family moved after my childhood in New York City. I was carrying my trombone case and desperate to ignore the taunts of a bully pack lagging behind me. By the time I reached...

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