Chapter 3
Breath, movement, reflex, action; it was all automatic. Her body knew what to do without any conscious command from her mind. This was when she was at her best. She could dodge any attempt at interception, calculate the best course without effort, and make any shot. This was a state of mind that athletes strove for and here she was, right in the midst of it. Breath, movement, reflex, action. All she had to do was make one last basket and the game was theirs.
A badly timed glance at the clock and a moment of shock at how little time remained ripped her from that golden state, and moments later, the ball was all but ripped from her hands. She spun instantly, flowing after the ball without a second thought as if it were a part of her being she had not yet let go of.
The number 5
