Groans erupted; the de facto final team member was Sujitha. Head bowed, she marched dejectedly to the captain, and an exasperated look told her that she was far outfield again.
Amongst the growing wildflowers, Sujitha settled in with a mental chant, Don’t hit it here.
The bat’s clink and kinetic cheers became muted by the general banter of bees. Daydreaming came naturally. Squinting against the midday sun, she saw an elegant monarch, its wings flashing silver. Mesmerized, she ran toward it. The impact on her outstretched mitt was alarming, as was the view of her teammates running toward her with glee.