The Rec Centre

I walk in, look around. I can smell enthusiasm through the thick, warm air. The bibs in the basket, ready to be drenched in sweat.

Rough floors, Shattered windows, Broken benches, It’s go time! I walk over to the court, the whistle goes off.

My shoes skreech against the wooden floor, as I leap for the ball.

A gush of air swims it’s way into an open door, the net on the hoop blows from side to side and the sweat moves its way down my spine…..