Sherry swatted balls around the court. It felt good to move, you didn’t have to think too much to really move. It would be better if she had someone to play with, but everyone was at the annoying pizza party.
A memory of something Sherry would rather not recall chose then to replay across her eyes and she slammed a ball hard. The yellow ball practically burned the air as it crossed the net. A clawed hand caught it.
Sherry jumped back, surprised. There was someone over there, half covered in the twilight’s shadows. For some reason, she thought she recognized him. White teeth smiled in the darkness of his face.
Dark Alley Ramblings 