So I’ll begin this with an: oops. I briefly looked at the picture, imagined a ball field because, I love me baseball. Go Nationals! There, that’s done. Thus, this is a baseball story and not a basketball story as I now see the goals and hoops…again…oops. Oh, well. Go Nationals!
Ha, with all of that, I almost forgot to mention that “Into Every Life” was written for Friday Fictioneers. Click on the link if you’d like to read the rules and join in. And, as always, thank you so much to Rochelle!
Into Every Life
You start in little league. Play in high school. College. The minors.
No one tells you getting into the majors is serendipity.
Your fastball comes in at 107 mph, edge of the plate. You’re called up in September. The team’s ace pulled a muscle, not severely, just enough for a few days’ rest.
Then the rains come. From the dugout, it looks like a monsoon. That says nothing about the tornado inside you.
The manager pats you on the back. “Sad break, kid.”
With one serendipitous rainstorm, your major league career’s over.
How fortunate tears and rain meld.
21 thoughts on “Into Every Life #amwriting”
A beautiful intro and an interesting challenge. 🍵😎🍵
Thank you. 🙂
All human life is there
Thanks, Neil! 🙂
Thank you, Neil! 🙂
Sometimes that’s the way things play out. Probably too often, in fact… Nicely done.
Thank you, Sandra! 🙂
A good story with great descriptions of emotion and a bittersweet ending, Sascha. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
Thank you so much, Suzanne! 🙂
So much in life is based on luck, especially in sports. Good story.
So true. Thanks, Iain! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
I can feel the knot of anguish in his chest. My heart goes out to him.
Thank for reading! 🙂
You’re welcome 🙂
Dare I say I know nothing about baseball. : O
I was a cheerleader for our basketball HS team.
It’s sad he didn’t get an opportunity to play.
Thanks for reading, Isadora!
Oh, the heartbreak! You built this beautifully.
I imagine many can relate. I didn’t play sport but relate to the disappointment.
Thanks for reading!