The Game

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“Ouch! That hurt,” Tina scolded as the little ball bounced off her forehead.

Sixteen-year-old Dan had always been a little overly competitive.

“Sorry,” he apologized.

“After all it’s only a game,” she reminded him.

The match resumed and for a little while there was the rhythmic pop – pong – pop – pong of the little white ball as it journeyed over the little net to meet the impact of the next paddle.  Then Dan again saw his opening for the “killer blow” and smashed the ball home, it again hitting Tina in the face.

Now irate, she declared “That’s it.  I’m never coming over here again.  It’s over.”

She turned, snatched up her bag, and left, leaving only the sound of her paddle as it rattled on the basement floor.

“Wow,” Dan said aloud.  “What is it with these girls?  They are all the same.”

Tina had been his sixth girlfriend in as many months.

 

Padre

Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 26 October 2019 Our three words, using onomatopoeia are:

• ouch
• pong
• rattle 

FOWC with Fandango — Irate