“I’m open, I’m open!” Stevie shouted near the goal post, waving his arms, trying to get his teammates’ attention but it was as if he was invisible, “Hello!”.
“Hey ya,” Michael attempted to kick the ball, he could hear Stevie shouting across the field and wished tell Stevie to shut it but he’s too busy concentrating. I got it, I got it, he thought, passing the ball between his left foot and right, I’m going to make a goal for once.
Within distance of the goal, Michael could see an opening, don’t you dare catch that ball, he attempted to psychically persuade the only female player on the team – Michelle – before using all the power he could muster and sent the ball flying toward Michelle. He kicks…he held his breath and thought…and…he scores, the ball sailed pass Michelle’s grasp.
Written for Six Sentence Story. The prompt is “Kick”.
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Although Michelle is not happy, I am sure Stevie is.
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Or rather Michael who, if I understand the game correctly, made the goal.
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I can see Michelle and Stevie feeling bummed while Michael is over-the-moon happy. 😀
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Nice ending.
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Thank you. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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ahh the incredible self-induced stress of normal human existence… at least in organized society.
Good Six, yo
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Hehe. 😁 Thanks.
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Michael has my respect, he kept trying until he did it.
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Michael was all will and focus. That is a winning combination!
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I agree.
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Focus…focus…SCORE!
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