A young boy — no older than ten and no taller than four feet — sprinted down Orville Way shortly after five o’clock Wednesday afternoon, chasing after a purple hockey ball bouncing over the torn-up asphalt outside his house. He wore an oversized helmet and face mask that made his head bobble on his shoulders, and the only light available to him, aside sun setting behind the row of houses neighboring his own, came spilling from the open backdoor of his house, where his parents watched television in their living room.
The boy caught up to the ball and trapped it against the blade of his stick, wheeled around to line up a shot and smacked it against the side of his house. The ball ricocheted off the brick and skittered down the alley again. The boy sprinted after it. When he caught up to the ball, he trapped it against the blade of his stick, wheeled around to line up a shot and smacked it against the wall of his house — exactly like before, but even better this time.