Afterthoughts

An Epilogue: ( originally posted on the Alterscape Wiki )

( An excerpt from a story i wrote in college. )

( The Hat that i wear in Dreams has a Hole in it, where the sands of Imagination sprinkle out. Dust or Snow. If they had a sound...it would be chimes. )

He’d been a starter since JV, and the team took state his senior year. Coach said he took them there.

Now, looking over the court he’d just cleaned, he felt the brittleness in his bones with the dimming of age.

Defiant, he dribbled, went in for a layup. The floor, slick with shine, left him in a screaming heap, more than one fracture in the leg he landed on. The marrow found his heart, and the ball rolled back among the others.

They found him before the big game. Nobody knew what he was doing to suffer such a fall.

( Fifth Round. )