Rain stops play
Well, it's been a minute since I posted here. Currently I'm collating all my work over on Reedsy.com so I can try and publish next year, but I wanted to share my most recent piece as it feels the most complete thing I've written. Prompt from Reedsy . com “Set your story before, during or after a storm.” Arthur Whitmore stepped out onto the cricket field, as he had for the last sixty-two summers. He’d had broken fingers, pulled muscles, torn ligaments and even once played with a dislocated shoulder because Frank Wesley told him he wouldn’t last 10 overs. The crowd applauded as Arthur stepped out and up to bowl. He’d recently turned 72 and, although he hadn’t told anyone yet, this was going to be his final match. The annual “Ashford Cup” cricket match between Upper and Lower Ashford was legendary. Every summer since 1923, except for that nasty business in the early 1940s, they’d not missed a game, and even then Arthur’s dad was convinced it should have still gone ahead....