The Game

"Is it all that you could vow me?" Joana screamed at him. It was well like shaking legs to the La La Land. Rubbing his bruised eye he walked along keeping with her long strides.

 "Tuna sandwich with a mix of Mexican and Chinese delight will serve the purpose", John's voice trailed off. "A game of HORSE one on one was that you promised me", she replied coldly.

 It was a cold night and dinner bells tingled hard his belly.

"Well yes it is a promise and it stays. You can count on me "he replied hastily. Is it just the thrill or she just wanted him to piss off with the ball? He caught up with 2 mugs of cappuccino on their way to the field.

 She started her way with the ball to the basket and made a six foot high jump with the ball diving onto a clear shot. His first shot was a mess as it hardly hit the rim of the basket. The game went on until it reached 4-4.

  He had to win. "The game vows me something beyond just victory", he spoke to himself. She was more talented with the ball and she moved with speed. He was nowhere associated with the ball till this night.

 He made up his mind to foul the game.