strange v...

strange vision... its the end of the school year... not this new year... but the year after... peter and I were on the team together... we played together, we tossed, we ran, we won and lost... it was the last day... we were tossing for one last time.... before he left for good... grauation ended every one was leaving... and we were in back of crossley... he was leaving for good... so I ask for one last toss... and I ran.... I ran up the hill to the outfield of the softball field... peter tossed the disc it flew smoothly to the outside and was curving inward... it was too far ahead of me, I was running, it was gonna fall before I could get it... I dove into the air, my legs pushing me forward as hard as I could... by the edges of my fingertips I grassped the disc with my outstretched hand... as I fell hard onto the ground... dust around me rising from the impact... for a second I laid there in slight pain, I stood up with the disc in my hand... held it high above my head and yelled something... he raised his hand, and replied... he then stepped into the front seat of his parents car... and as it drove out of sight a pit in my stomach grew into a cavern... it had come to an end... the final inning had been played ... and I finally broke down... I just let it all go...