Friday, September 25, 2009
She was running, and running. The goal was close in sight shining shimmering full of light. She could her labored breathing of her attacker. She could keep this pace up as long as she felt like flying through the midnight grass. The ball was wiring in the grass so soft and peaceful that you could just barley hear it go. Then she was falling, falling hard and fast with nothing to stop her. How could this happen. She had been in the mode ready to kick and then she was on the ground clutching her leg and moaning, wondering why this had to happen to her. Everyone was racing on to the field and the world blacked out. She could remember no more and then she was gone.