I pass under the glass backboard I know so well, the small black square, the red metal ring, the white net fraying ever so slightly. Reaching an empty seat, I fight the pain and gently lower myself on to the smooth, cold plastic. Keeping my balance, I shift my gaze forward and am met with the sympathetic eyes of familiar strangers silently assessing my restricted capacity. These people I once knew, who were fond of me, of my ability. Eyes are on me, silently watching the weak prey. I look to my teammates, my friends, my strength.
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Leopard - A short story
Short StoryJust a story about a young athlete who suffered a terrible injury... Inspired by a true story #AP35 and been worked on for over a year as part of my English HSC on discovery. Only 800 words so very quick read! I hope you enjoy it as much as I have...
