The Spotlight

Jackson dribbled past the defender, it was the last few seconds of the game and both his arms and legs felt like lead. Nevertheless Jackson pushed on; he had to do his best. Jackson dribbled around the edge of the three-pointer line; his teammates were being excellently marked. Time was ticking, the clock was running down …

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Random Shorts: Late Night Practice

The lighting was dim on the basketball court; if you could call it that. The 'court' was nothing more than a beatdown field with no real infrastructure. In certain spots the concrete gave way to patches of shrubbery; weeds that had grown over the years. The basketball posts were mere pieces of wood that had long …