captainwow
there was a racket on the tennis court that day. a broken racket. whoever thought of leaving a damaged racket on such a newly furbished, and pristine court must be nuts. i mean, in comparison with the rest of the order around the stadium that racket caused much disruption. so much that it made noise – the noise of defeat. that racket would forever torment me: with it's sharp, jagged edges that had been torn as if limb by limb. limbless is the basic equivalence to lifelessness. no winning, no life. forever a loser - all due to one broken racket.