Pippa stood alone . A crowd of mean looking girls were coming towards her. She froze. Suddenly, the biggest girl was face to face with her looking her straight in the eye. Pippa raised her arms frantically, trying to stop her. The girl shot straight past her...Damn, Pippa hated netball. :bounce:
We’d reached the top, tiny lights shining below; two hundred metres. Thwack, hit in the hand spinning him like a top. Man behind hit in the chest; slow, a ballet. I was heading for cover when hammer blows hit my leg; tracers were scarlet rods almost frozen in time, ubiquitous.