Published in Spineless Wonders (2015)
Jaxon was leaning against a column in the dusty arrivals lounge reading a Dick Francis paperback and banging a reusable coffee cup against his board shorts. Stockier than his dad, he had almost-white hair and a vertical crack in his front tooth. He wore wraparound sunglasses with blue lenses, drank Crown beer and had undergone reconstructive surgery on his right cheek after slamming into a goal post during a friendly soccer match. His shoulders were browned and last year a cubic centimetre of flesh had been cut out around a melanoma in his lower back. Arnold had sent a card after the operation.
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