The last ball

I played cricket on the street today after almost three years . The rules were the usual nonsense. One - tip- one- hand, parked cars were boundaries and hitting someone's window meant immediately retirement. I was terrible.

Then somehow the final ball came to me. Two runs needed . Everyone scremed different advice. I awung, missed and heard the ball hit something behind me silence.

It has bounced off a parked scooter and rolled perfectly across the boundary. Everyone argued for ten minutes about whether it counted . We never decided. We just laughed until the streetlights came on. Honestly that felt better than winning.