It caught me by surprise. Before I could blink, a pair of ice skates fell to my feet. I gazed up to the apartment building they had been tossed from and saw a man leaning out of a third-storey window.
“They’re yours now!” he hollered.
“What?” I asked.
“They’re yours! Take them! Lace them up and glide! Glide and be free!” He closed his eyes on the last word and smiled into the wind.
I chuckled for a moment before shouting,
“In Texas? Fuck you! Are you out of your mind? There’s literally nowhere to skate for hundreds of miles! I don’t want your fucking skates!” I swung the two skates by the laces and hurled them into a nearby dumpster.