James Perkin has been an avid reader for as long as he can remember. He enjoys writing – mainly science fiction; however, after being a long-term WM subscriber, and recently resolving to enter a competition monthly, he is trying out differened genres and styles.
In the past year, he has been shortlisted once, and is now delighted with his first win.
A bead of sweat crept its way across my forehead, somehow evading the cushioned headband of my helmet. I ignore it. Concentrate. Focus. Hours of practice – years of practice; my mind a steely weapon – totally in control of my body, my emotions, my reactions.
Twenty-two yards away my opponent will soon arrive; further back, I see him waiting – standing by a small pile of sawdust, an indicator of the start of his run-up. The ball is gripped in his hand. A hand currently hidden behind his back.
Even at this distance, I can see his eyes, feel them
