Thursday, June 27, 2013

74. Hit it

She grinned to herself, curling her fingers around the wood of the bat. Her breathing was controlled - focused. In and out in equal seconds. Eyes fixated their gaze on the machine ahead, waiting patiently. Each second that passed her had fingers twitching, but her focus was clearly-

"Can you even swing that thing?" He called out.

"Shut up!"

He scoffed, stepping back on a heel and crossing his arms; "It's not like you have game either way."
Word Count: 78

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