Trifecta Writing Challenge—Week of June 10
The Jump Shot
The small
forward with the sweet outside shot stands behind the arc, so far behind that
it’s almost midcourt, leaps, feet kicking up behind him, and lets it go. The
ball rises higher and higher, then pauses at the apex, a moment fractured, a
sliver left suspended, like a newly birthed star. The points of light from the
stadium ceiling gather around it, turn it silver, radiate outward, here and
gone as your eyes gasp, breath held, waiting for it to concede to gravity, curving
gently downward like a small comet, finding the inside of the rim without
touching.
When love is on
the rise, one man thinks, that fraction of a moment is waiting ahead of you,
that point of gleaming light when time is held in suspension and only beauty
exists. But there’s no holding it there, not the ball, not the split second of
glittering light, not the joy. They rise and gleam and fall; the ball slips
through, the lover walks away, and what they leave behind—an empty net, an
empty heart—still tremble with what went before.
You left me breathless. What a stunning short piece. "Like a newly birthed star"... poetry. Really lovely Elaine!
ReplyDeletethat's all about what time, is isn't it? We can't grasp it or hold on to it. LOvely.
ReplyDeleteOh wow. That's so wonderful. Thanks so much for linking up with this. I love your word choice and how this piece moves and flows. Please remember to come back and vote at the end of the challenge. Hope to see you back again soon.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy all the new bloggers I find in these challenges.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot packed into these words. Great job!
ReplyDeleteReally captured me. I was holding my breath for the last two paragraphs! =P
ReplyDeleteAdore the way you've likened love to the perfect hoop shot.
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