My lovely husband’s short story (unsure if it’s based on real events!)
I went to pick up the ball for the last throw. I’ve never bowled like this before, eleven strikes down and I just need this one more for the game. The sweat drips down my forehead as I try to focus my line. The sound of the crowd cheering runs down to a dull whine. Everything is becoming blurry. I need to throw now or I’ll loose my track. I raise my arm back and throw down with a little bit of spin.
It’s going wide.
It’s hitting the gutter!
In the last second it teeters back into the ally. It hit’s the middle right pin and nearly of of them go flying.
The front and last pin wobbles on it’s base. Another pin roles casually into it and knocks it over.
A perfect Game. The roar of the crowd it overwhelming, as I fall to my knees…
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