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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

A Soccer Ball

Here’s today’s story beginning. Play along in the comments, continuing the story. No limit as to how much you write. Just make sure to continue where the story left off with the last commenter.

The soccer ball bounced once. Twice. Then it came to an abrupt stop.

3 comments:

Huntress, aka CD Coffelt said...

I had my chance. The net was in sight and I was nearest the ball. I angled, skipped sideways and focused on where the ball would go.

The approach of Phil, pounding down the field, was hard to ignore though.

Mark Koopmans said...

So I moved to my left, stuck my right foot out and Phil went flying through the air like a polyester-covered missile.

The referee blew his whistle and I turned, arms extended and shouted, "What? I was going for the ball, ref?"

"You already had the bloody ball, son," the part-time official said. "Red card for you."

Phil looked at me, the anger burning through his mud-caked face.

I didn't care.

No one believed me, but he'd stolen my Chuck-e-Cheese gift card and I didn't care if it was his seventh birthday.

Liz said...

But my mom... Oh, my mom was mad. I'd never seen her turn that shade of red before.