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The Perfect Game

My lovely husband’s short story (unsure if it’s based on real events!)

James Butler's Blog

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.

Nearly all.

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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"I loved writing as a child, loved making up silly stories. They came built-in to my brain, almost like an Ikea instruction manual. The focus these days is to figure out how to now turn them into books" Tanya Butler, June 2018

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