Ryan

I was seated on the stage, the cool wind slipping fingers into everyone's hair. and tossing it about. The day dawned with long clouds streaked with lines of purple, pink and brilliant orange. Shelia Timber, in a gray plaid suit that matched her cold eyes, addressed the last ten contestants standing. The crowd held their breath, the air thick with anticipation.

I rested easy in my chair, arms crossed, as Shelia Timber's voice rang out over the assembled crowd. "Welcome to the ...