The tennis ball came to me at full force while I struggled to position my bat at the perfect position for lofting the ball. I heard the wind struggling through the grass and people whispering in the house behind me...The ball spun like it was dodging my thick bat. The wind was shouting like the collision of two waves. I moved my bat but it was too late. It skimmed the shining bails of the grand plastic wicket and it was over.
Hi Aum,
ReplyDeleteAmazing that all the action you describe takes place in seconds!