“Fuck yeah!” Jacob rejoiced as the ball kissed the net.
To an outsider, it was just another three-pointer. To him, it was so much more.
The car crash four years earlier changed their lives in a heartbeat. ‘Paraplegia caused by traumatic brain injuries with zero chance of recovery’ the doctors said.
Nonetheless, there he was, shooting hoops again with renewed enthusiasm, through sheer perseverance and whispers of brotherly love. Each throw heralded his recovery.
Jacob smiled, embracing the night air. He was ready to forget.
“Your turn,” he said, throwing the ball backwards.
It rolled into the grieving grass and stopped.