Flash Fiction

The Debut

Don’t forget to slip, slop, slap!’ Mum’s voice reverberates in my head from grade cricket days.

Zinc on face, white shirt sticking to my back, I jog out for the first time before 260,000 people, minus mum, at the MCG.

© Sanch V @ Sanch Writes (8 August 2019)

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  • Myna
    8 August 2019 at 12:36 pm

    Bittersweet tale. You suggest the emotion subtly. Nicely done!

  • Margaret
    8 August 2019 at 9:38 pm

    Aw, I wonder why his mom can’t be there. Very bittersweet.
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  • Michelle Hanley
    9 August 2019 at 1:27 am

    I love how clearly you communicated a season – even though I didn’t know exactly which one, I knew it was a specific reference even without the link to what MCG was. Nicely done!
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  • Kalpana solsi
    9 August 2019 at 3:40 am

    Missing mom and it is so painful.
    White shirt sticking to my back…. gives out the season.

  • Christine
    9 August 2019 at 4:21 am

    Great use of details to show off the season! I like how focused this piece is – even though I didn’t *quite* get some of the references myself, the vocabulary and images you chose evoked a very specific time and place. (Thank you for including the link to the MCG!)

  • Kim
    9 August 2019 at 4:26 am

    Thanks for the links! I liked how you brought the past and the present together in such a sad but loving moment. The sunscreen and sweat screamed summer!

  • northie
    9 August 2019 at 4:41 am

    What a perfect way to describe the summer. Except the Ashes series is over here…

  • asha
    9 August 2019 at 12:58 pm

    You had me at “slip, slop, slap” (which I can still sing because those ads played ALL THE TIME)! Lovely use of specific imagery to create a scene and evoke the conflict of mood in the main character — that tussle between his pride and joy at his debut, and the poignancy of his mum not being there to see it. Also, as a proud West Australian, I’m just going to say the Gee ain’t all that (lol, kidding. The WACA is in terrible shape at the moment).