Drabble a Day

by Simone Robinson

Inspired by others who have undertaken this challenge, to write a drabble a day, I've decided to try. I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm going to try. To improve writing skills, to gain insight, to explore the written word, the written worlds and those who live in them. Humour, angst, romance, a meeting of genres to create a collection of drabbles updated as often as possible.

40. Strike

Strike

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It would take precision, skill, and excellent timing. Leonardo knew this. It was a knowledge ingrained after years and years of study, of witnessing the ebb and flow, of careful criticism and baited breath.

It all led up to this. The first move.

Tension rippled through his muscles, tense and poised on the very edge.

Muscles tightened as the swing was made, a graceful arch through the air.

Almost there.

"Strike!"

"Damnit!"

His hand sank hard into the couch cushions beside him before he leaned back, tension draining out of his posture again. The television flickered and Leonardo sighed.

For a batter to miss the first pitch of the game was appalling.

And Leonardo had a feeling he'd need a lot of tea when this match was finished.

Or sake.