06 August, 2009 8/06/2009
Of trembling fingers and light-headed steps.She panted heavily, beads of sweat forming, or rather dripping down on the sides of her face. Yet, she pushed herself, while running with heavy steps, to intercept a flying ball, before the sharp Phweet! of a whistle stopped her in her steps.
2-1. She smiled, victorious, as she threw aside her bib and walked off the court, arm-in-arm with her equally happy teamates.
How tired.&i still remember how it felt; it kept ringing through my mind
Albeit unwanted
