Squash

“Come on, it may turn out great.” Matt walked towards me.

Staring at him, I shook my head.

“Giving it a try doesn’t hurt, you never know unless you try.” He sat down beside me. I could clearly see the sweat on his forehead and his reddened face when I handed him a white towel.

“No, I don’t want to.” I stated.

“Squash is easy and interesting. I’m sure you’ll like it.” He still hadn’t given up.

Of course he’d think squash is easy.

He was an excellent player, he was a member of the national team and he had won many competitions.

Before I could utter any protest, he handed me the racquet and pushed me inside the room.

Francis, his teammate was smiling at me when I got in.

“Don’t worry. It’s not as hard as it seems.”

I watched as he striked the ball, the ball then flew fast, I tried to chase it…

………

“What happened?” I could hear the surprised Matt’s voice.

I tried to open my eyes to catch a blurry sight of the ceiling.

“She hit her head against the wall.” Francis replied.

I said I didn’t want to try!

I had told him!

I love squash, so this is completely fictional. 20 May 2004