I wrote a handful of flash fiction stories for a recent competition held by our writers’ group on the subject of ‘waiting’. I didn’t win. Bah! But I’ve decided to shove the little blighters on to my blog over the next few days (one at a time – they are about waiting, after all). This initial one is based on a real moment in my life, many years ago…
My reverie is ended with a THWOCK! The distant batsman has launched the ball high into the air, a fast moving black dot heading in my direction.
Tasked to patrol the boundary (unnecessarily, I thought, given our lack of talent) I’ve been enjoying being out of the classroom and daydreaming in the sunshine.
But glory beckons. Catch this and I’m a hero.
My hands are raised to the sky ready to receive, feet adjusting my position backwards (it’s going higher and faster than I realised).
I’m buzzing on adrenaline and anxiety. Here it comes… I can already hear the cheers…
I don’t have to tell you that I dropped it, do I?