Thursday, February 26, 2009
Show Don't Tell
I felt its round, circular edges. In my hand, the grooves gripped to my fingertips as if they were attached. As I bounced it up and down off of the hard surface of the court, I could controlled everywhere it went as if it was attacked to a string. As I released it from my hand, my fingertips quickly directed it into the air. It soared through the air, rotating quickly as it reached its destination.
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I'm guessing a basketball.
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