Sydney Z.

Untied

Kicking my foot in the dirt, making designs and shapes.

I felt a sudden shake.

I look up.

The ball flies overhead.

One person in the outfield jumps like a pogo stick.

It was too late.

I look back and all I could see was the girl at first base was now and home plate.

It was the seventh inning and Ridgefield untied the game.

We hustled to take off our mitts and went back to the field.

Shaking hands, my team in rage, and me in regret