Football Season's End - Wednesday Writing...

The pitch is empty, football done, the cup awarded to the team that won, and now one lonely boy stands guard, watching the setting sun. He reaches for the orb as if a ball, throws it and runs.

Sure-footed, dribbles down the pitch, eyes floodlit with his fun. But, fouled in the box, he falls like a pretzel to the ground. No sound, but empty air draws breath. Child looks for the ref then smiles, finds the spot, takes the shot.

The pitch is empty, sun gone down, and lonely boy bows low to the cheering crowd before going home.

Prompts for Wednesday Writing Essential May 12, due by May 18:

Use the words pitch, guard, and pretzel
No humans are aloud to talk or have their thoughts voiced
Allow the season of your piece to be prominent
tag with gwwe

Comments: 13

William Dotani May 13, 2010, 10:21am UTC

And in Manchester City where is never rains, people are going to Liverpool to see him play the game. I believe he kicked a winning field goal with a round ball.
Beautiful descriptive writing in your tale.

William Dotani May 13, 2010, 10:22am UTC

where it never rains

maria (lurking in the shadows of the night) B. May 13, 2010, 7:51pm UTC

i'm not sure my friend In liverpool would agree with you William. he likes to play a lot of golf and is always cursing the rain LOL

William Dotani May 20, 2010, 11:22am UTC

Sheila told me she is from Manchester City and that she had an outdoor clothesline and lots of sunscreen. I guess M C is like Arizona.

Sheila Deeth May 20, 2010, 12:00pm UTC

Well, I did used to have an outdoor clothesline. Ah, the joys of watching the sky and charging out with a basket when the clouds roll in, small kids making people out of pegs and wearing the sheets as togas in the rain...

William Dotani May 20, 2010, 12:05pm UTC

With all the shifting sand dunes in Manchester City, I must say I'm surprised you did not talk about using your clothesline for sand blasting out fish & chips stains.