There are two minutes left on the clock and the score is tied. We serve, white leather sailing over the net, meeting flesh, and returning over the net. I brace for it, turn, knees locked in position, hands at the ready. It is not my time. My teammates bump pass and spike the ball back over to the other side. Leather slams on skin, bounces to the air, a hand flicks high in the air, and smack! Over the ball sails again, and once more I brace, bend, arms at the ready.
“Mine!” sounds a cry.
Thump, the ball is bumped up. It’s flying, flying. I can smell the sweat on the leather as it gets closer. My toes bend, my heels raise as my knees pulse, and I’m airborne. The ball is close, so close.
My arm pumps, swinging back, my shoulder stretching. My muscles bunch, tighten and flex as my palm opens. My hand at ear level, it flies forward and SMACK! The ball sails over the net with a quickness and sharp unexpected turn that cannot be stopped. Leather hits rubber flooring with a resounding splunk. The buzzer fills the gymnasium, and the bleachers echo in cheers.
“Welcome to the State Championship, ladies.”
This week the Red Writing Hood challenge was athleticism. I don’t have any characters that are athletic, so I chose to share a moment from my senior year in HS when I played on the school volley ball team.
I welcome concrit, as always, and tell me. Were you playing volleyball just now too?