Peanuts and Crackerjack
Bottom of the ninth inning. The game is tied with two outs, two strikes and a man on second. I tap the bat on home plate. The rigid vibrations it creates reminds my aching digits that this isn't over. The practice swing only adds to the heft of mental burnout... Man on second, willing to chance it. Pitcher eyes him but doesn't give in to the dangerous bluff. I kick up dust, readying the peculiar stance I've had since the days of little league. The bat lays stiff upon my cramping shoulder. Pain has no reason to be acknowledged; it's a fleeting afterthought. The sun sits passed high noon, but the stadium lights are on anyway. They trick my brain into believing they are the cause of this sweltering heat. Sporadic clouds are motionless, they too, don't want to miss this exhilarating predicament. Anticipating the next pitch, intensifying roars from the crowd rumble the stadium... Behind me, the crafty catcher adjusts his stance and spits to the dry dirt. Behind him, the staunch umpire doesn't flinch or even blink; he knows how important his call will be. The pitcher winds up, his grip tells me its gonna curve. The release is fierce! Beads of sweat from his hair and face disperse in every direction as the force of his might is unfailing. My left leg lifts—an instinctual move that will increase the power of my swing. It's all down to my two, bloodshot eyes. They lock onto the speeding, white dot as it instantly becomes the target I intend to destroy. The swing is late, but I manage a solid tip. The ball is taking a fast bounce toward the pitcher who is recovering from the almighty throw! Man on second leaves in a desperate rush! I fling the bat to the side with a sense of urgency and make a mad sprint to the only destination I have—first base. Three defenders race inward to be the first to retrieve the skidding ball. Man is almost on third! I watch the open glove of my adversary, wondering if I’ve done enough to win this race. I switch my attention to his eyes, looking for a clue, some kind of reaction that tells me the ball is in the air and heading his way. All I see is frustration. The deafening roar of the crowd spikes! Something happens that I can’t see! My opponent abandons his post right as my left stride touches the bag. I waste no time turning my head to see the pitcher laying on his stomach, pounding the mound with an open glove. He misses the opportunity to out me and the ball has quickly bounced past him. Excitement grows! This isn’t over yet... It's become an imperative fight to tag out the runner heading homeward. The catcher falls to his knees in obvious despair as he watches my teammate make the run of his life. He knows it’s going to be close when he sees the shortstop fumble the ball a second too long. I jump up and down with no plans on leaving first base. All my chips are on the speed and agility of the active runner. His cleats dig into the dirt, trailing a dust-filled cyclone from the rapid and strenuous strides. With a thrusting dive and an outstretched arm, he lands on his chest to begin the crucial slide to home plate. The shortstop fires the ball to the catcher! It immediately begins closing the gap! Nail-biting doesn't begin to describe the anxious vibe permeating the stadium. The bench begins to celebrate even before he reaches the plate. Forty thousand cheering fans reach maximum crescendo, filling the air with a glorious sound. Everyone knows how this story will end… My teammate is met by the entire bench as his fingers inch across home plate, instantly followed by the unmistakable motion of the catcher's glove attempting to tag him out—its milliseconds too late. The ump swings his arms outward, officially calling him safe.
Comments (30)
Absolutely gorgeous writing.
Oh, my heart. This is poetic goldenness. And the sorrow that is felt like the change of seasons and the powerlessness over the weather is just so raw and overpowering in the best absolute way. Congratulations on placing - this is a force and so stunning.
This one might be my favorite yet of the winners, such beautiful, poetic, and emotive description. Congratulations.
Wooohooooo congratulations on your challenge win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Nice work Hannah! Congrats on your placement. 😊
Yay!! Good on you Hannah! Smashing entry!
Great micro, Hannah! And Congrats on another badge! You're racking them up! Keep it going! 🥇
Congratulations Hannah on your win in the Snow Micro challenge!!!
Congratulations on placing in the snow micro challenge, very well deserved!
Damn. I forgot how beautiful this was until I came back for the second read. Congrats.
There it is! Well deserved, congrats Ms Moore! Another great placement!
Back to say a huge congratulations on the challenge. I am so happy to see this in the winners circle. It is very moving. Congratulations
man well deserved placement! I believe that is back to back?
Brilliant absolutely brilliant!!♥️♥️💕
This is beautifully written.
Oh wow. So much to unpack here. Incredibly poetic!
Heart wrenching and beautifully written! So much weight in The freezing and numbing imagery.
“Silently misting, pooling in my eyes, battering the earth, streaming down my cheeks, dripping from the gutters, rain fell all day, as if we would fall for evermore.” is so emotive, and the rain as tears metaphor is brilliant. This is full of grief and stillness, and I hope it has helped to get these words out and onto the page.
Oh Hannah. I read some of the comments before and after reading this. This is beautiful and sad, I am sorry for your sadness and the loss you're going through. Understand completely. I hope the writing at least helped, even a little bit at least. Sending warmth and love to yours and yours. You have an exceptional way with words...so poetic. Anyway, yeah. hugs.
This is so haunting and beautiful, Hannah.
Finishing strong with that last line, absolutely blown away 😁 Can't wait to see this get T.S. 😁
If the Inuit have over one hundred words for snow this story is its poetic equivalent! Moving, loving and caressing this reader into a snowy stupor. Wow indeed.
I was already crying before starting your story and reading it while crying hit me so hard! I felt it in my bones! It resonated so deeply with me!
So poetic in your description.
This is so beautiful and so intricate in its descriptions. 💗 Beautifully done!