Not So Good At This

Solstice by Author Ellen J. Perry

I’m not so good at this. Sports are not my thing. Still, I try; I bounce the ball on hot sand. Dee won’t watch to save her life. My cheeks flame red, not bronze the way Tim glows. I laugh, though, and hope to catch Dee’s bright blue eyes. Here she comes in that stars-and-stripes swim suit. “Hey,” I say. She laughs, “Hey back. Can I play?” Tim scoffs, “He’s not so good at this,” but I stand tall. “Sure,” I say. Dee smiles like the sun; she will be on my team from now on. Tim’s bronze jaw drops.

(100 words, each word one syllable)



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