Driveway+Layups-+Rachel

Rachel R. || || The boy bent down and picked up the worn ball. It glowed warm in his hands. He started on a crack in the pavement. And practiced his lay ups.
 * Driveway Layups
 * The driveway rippled in the cool autumn breeze.

Dribble, step, step. Dribble, step, step.

Movement flowed through him like magic. A small thud as the ball bounced off the glass, The swish as the ball fell automatically in the net. It was a sound of beauty. He caught the ball and took three large steps behind the crack.

Dribble, step, step. Dribble, step, step.

The boy stopped. He leaped to catch the ball. Once on the ground, he went to the edge of the pavement. The ball pounded as he moved swiftly across the court. Suddenly, the boy pulled up and released the worn ball. A high arching shot fell perfectly through the net with a swish. A smile lit the boys face. He did it again.

Dribble, step, step. Dribble, step, step.

The boy stood a foot from his father's car. He started his long lay up. The boy stretched his body and released the ball. The ball hit the glass and fell through the net.

Dribble, step, step Dribble, step, step.

If you were to come to the street And stand there, You will hear the never ending rhythmic pounding of

Dribble, step, step Dribble, step, step. || ||