SKELETON STORY PT 1

The floodlights overhead flared bright. My knuckles twitched first—a quick, distinct snap. I tested my raised right arm, curling each finger tight into a proper fist on purpose. It worked! I shifted my weight, feeling the faint rattle of my joints, and reached down to flick a damp blade of grass right beside the white boundary line. Crisp, cool, real. I stood tall, grinning out across the wide open turf.