Hitting ’em Hard

(c) Dawn M. MillerI’m alone, on a tennis court that fills with water the moment it rains, then doesn’t dry off for hours. The waves batter the beach. The sky’s forgotten it’s supposed to be blue. I practice my serve until I’ve smashed all the balls over the net, walk over and start again.

Before I hit each ball, I imagine it has Tony’s face. He’ll be drinking on our balcony with his friends. They’re revolting, his friends.

I’ve embarked on this trip with great expectations. Now I can’t remember what I liked about Tony.

At least I’ll return with a killer serve.

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Second week of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Find all the stories here.

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26 thoughts on “Hitting ’em Hard

  1. Yes! I love this. Time to make a final serve/decision. Great conflict, introspection, setting details, and slightly open ending. I loved everything, but the three lines that stood out the most (to me) were “I’m alone, on a tennis court that fills with water the moment it rains, then doesn’t dry off for hours” — “The sky’s forgotten it’s supposed to be blue” — and — “At least I’ll return with a killer serve.”

    In the first line, the narrator may be talking about the actual tennis court or her life. In the second line, she can be talking about the sky or herself. In the last line, she knows something has to change and is determined.

    Thanks for the entertaining read!

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  2. Oh what I loved about this piece was how it took me by surprise. And you were able to wrap it up at the end. I got your animosity towards Tony and feel for your hatred towards his friends. And then you were able to look at the bright side of things. If you have enough words and really want to amp up the stakes, you could describe how hard you hit each ball till your muscles ached and the sweat dripped off your brow or something. But really great job!

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  3. Well written Sonya! Your ‘take’ on this prompt was excellent! You’ve also managed to use some great imagery in such a short piece. I love the section: ‘The waves batter the beach. The sky’s forgotten it’s supposed to be blue.’ The last line is simply brill. Great writing. 🙂

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