By Nina Miller
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.
A very beautiful story which evokes so much!
Very expressive , short story beautifully written .
Beautiful! The imagery and word choices are so lovely.
Liked it very much!
Beautifully written. I felt likeI was experiencing it with Sujitha. Lovely.
I just had my first cataract done by a very young female Indian Doctor, I had no fear because I knew Nina, and they only make the best Doctors. Who knew she could write also.
Beautiful Nina!
Loved this, Nina! You keep the reader in great suspense right to the end.
Beautifully written ! Picturesque !
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Brings back memories
So glad she got a little bit of “redemption,” even if she didn’t need it. Well done!