Blood Red Summer

by Nathan Key

The only time I ever took a beating was during the first year I went to summer camp. A bunch of us were waiting in line for the snack shack and I made a snide remark about this huge kid who was teasing me. Moments later, I had my back up against the side of a wooden barn and he proceeded to deliver blow after blow my to face until my nose exploded in blood. My shirt was ruined. A camp counselor forced an apology out of him and then told me I had to forgive him. After all, forgiveness is what we Christians do, right?


Nathan Key is a writer / philosopher who lives in Seattle, WA. He writes screenplays for Media Partners and publishes plenty of fascinating essays and fiction on his website.