Slam Dunk

I’m sprinting down the court. My feet, hands, hips and head move in a unified blur, a dance. Twist, tuck, leap, stretch. Bounding up to the hoop with the wingspan of an eagle going in for the kill.

Four pairs of eyes and hands meet me at the net, but I’m head and shoulders above them. Flipping the basketball over the rim, I grasp the cold metal and swing my legs out like Tarzan.

I float down to the concrete in a daze, ignoring the cheers from the bleachers as I’m blinded by the afternoon ...