Sunday Childhood Memory - Deuce of a Game
Pierrefonds, Island of Montreal.
The sky has darkened tremendously in these last few minutes of a hot, humid afternoon. 30-40. I am receiving. Suddenly it is terribly quiet. Sounds are muffled. The air is heavy. We look around and up at the sky, wondering, and thinking we should not be here, on this court, surrounded by four high lamp posts.
CRACK! So, so loud.
Immediately the air lightens up and the regular sounds start re-emerging. It is pouring rain and we run like mad to the safety of four rubber tires. Deuce. This game is over.
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