Billy Blake sat lying on his stomach at the edge of his bed staring into the small portable TV on his desk. On the screen two boys were shooting each other with the brand-new Ultra-Soaker 6000.

It was a brisk winter evening and a deep auburn glow welled up behind the mountains in the distance where the sun sank below the horizon. There was a light snow,

Here’s another story that gained an honorable mention in the October Flash Fiction Contest.