I have titled it "Red Cherry"...
Sweat pouring down his face as his tired body turned around
for what seemed like the final time, staring down his nemesis whom
he steamed towards. The sun was merciless as expected in an
Indian summer. At the height of his exertion, with a
tired grunt, he released the red cherry...
"OUT! Knocked down his stumps!"
2 comments:
I absolutely love this one.
thanks brijwhiz...
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