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