One Last Game

When the field was ready, the team lined up once more. They chose sides and started the game. It wasn't fast or fancy like when they were kids, but it was full of joy. Some ran slow, others missed catches, and many couldn't stop smiling. They played until the sky turned orange the stars began to shine.

They families sat nearby, clapping and cheering, while the players gave it everything they had. There were no trophies, no fans, and no score that really mattered. What mattered was the feeling, the same one they had when they were young and nothing else in the world mattered except that little field.