Prompts for 20 March 2026 from Scoot
Write about spring
glacial onrushing
“you promised”
A character who is wearing something backwards
Claire adjusted her baseball cap so that the brim rested on her russet ponytail. She preferred it this way; nothing to interfere with her sightlines. She punched her glove with her fist and watched the batter from her position at shortstop. First game of the spring season, and Claire was ready.
She glanced at the parents sitting on the bleachers. No Dad yet. He had tried to beg off this morning, saying he’d make it up to her later. She hadn’t let him off that easily.
“Dad. You promised. Don’t leave me hanging.”
He had shrugged and turned her baseball cap so the brim shielded her eyes.
“I’ll do my best. Friday afternoons are tough.”
She had glared at him from under the cap, but with the brim in the way, he probably didn’t notice.
Claire reset her attention to the batter. The boy was taller than Claire, but held the bat awkwardly, like it was his first time at bat. Claire relaxed and smirked. This one would be easy. She figured Saul would throw a curve ball, then a change-up, and finish the kid off with a fastball.
THWAK!
The ball arched high toward left-center field. Claire’s body snapped to attention before she could think about the hit. Her eyes followed the ball as she ran, extending her gloved hand as high as she could. The ball slowed in her imagination, a glacial onrushing that gave her time to feel embarrassed for assuming the batter was a newb. Before she could fully shake off the thought, she felt the thud of the ball in her glove. First out of the season.
From the bleachers, Claire heard her father shout,
“That’s my girl!”
Excellent - so much story in so few words! Bravo
Felt like I was right there in the bleachers too! (And, great SAVE for Dad!) 😀