Neat Trick

By Warren Baker

It was impossible to play volleyball, and he loved playing volleyball. The serve. The setups. Spiking. Even the player rotation was a thrill. He loved the adrenaline he felt holding the ball in the palm of his hand, gently tossing it one or two times in the air before finally “the bang.”He knew where the unprotected corners were. And he knew he could hit those corners just about every time.

Good times.

He knelt down and looked at the volleyball. He tried to touch it, but his fingers disappeared inside the ball’s leather skin. Neat trick. If you were corporeal.