Curtain Call

By Lisa Timpf

From the first time she picked up a softball bat, Kayla has loved team games of any stripe. Now in her mid-forties, though, she is starting to come to the bitter realization that like all good things, her involvement in team sports must come to an end one day, whether she’s ready or not.

When her broomball teammates start making noises about this being their final season together, Kayla sets her sights on capturing the league championship. What better way to remind them of how much fun it can be to win?

The prospect of snagging the league title seems brighter with the addition of a new player, Val, who Kayla would like to get to know better. That is, if her meddlesome ex Abby will stay out of the picture long enough.

Will winning the championship be enough to bring Kayla’s teammates back for one more season? If not, what can she do about it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Apr 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781646567263

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Curtain Call

By Lisa Timpf

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Copyright 2021 Lisa Timpf

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Curtain Call

By Lisa Timpf

Chapter 1

A steamy August day doesn’t sound like the best time to go recruiting for winter team sport athletes. But I didn’t set out looking for talent that day. It found me, in a way.

As one of fifty or so volunteers, I rode my bike along an assigned route in the city of Baytown, Ontario, helping with a heat mapping project. It’s something a lot of municipalities are doing these days as a counter-punch against global warming. By identifying those areas with the highest temperatures—literally, the hot spots—cities can identify where tree planting or other measures might help to mitigate the thermometer’s year-by-year upward march.

It’s an initiative that involves looking ahead, since the impact of a shade tree planted today won’t be felt in a big way for another ten, fifteen, even twenty-five years. And since I can see age fifty on the horizon, a gesture like this is like an act of faith. Faith that I’ll still be around. And faith that the blue and green rock we all call home will still provide fit habitation for humans and other species.

The organizers dispatched us, equipped with temperature-monitoring sensors, along specific routes to collect the data. Each of us completed our routes three times, at various points in the day. Puffing slightly from exertion—my assigned path had included a few hills—I pulled in to the marshalling area after my third and final pass, looking forward to the promised barbeque and a cool drink. And that’s when I saw her.

Tall, blonde, and tanned, the woman who caught my eye stood at the administration table talking to Leanne, the event organizer.

You covered a lot of ground, Leanne said.

The athletic woman nodded modestly. When I heard you were short on volunteers, I took on a second route.

Well—thank you.

It’s no problem, the other woman said, turning to go.

She really is in shape, then. I bit my lower lip. I didn’t normally approach strangers this way, but the thing was, I was short a few bodies on my broomball team. Age and injury had nibbled away at our roster the past few years, and I had to fight back where I could.

When the other woman wandered over to the beverage cooler to pull out an electrolyte drink, I walked over and struck up a conversation. New in town? I asked.

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