His muscles were drained and the sweat was all he could taste. But there was no time for weakness now, no room for error. This was his moment. The crowd went still as he stepped to the line. He could end the game in one final swing, and they knew it.
Murray was just about to serve for the Championship when he noticed it. The ball did not bounce like it should have; instead it had a weight to it that shifted like water. Shaking it off as simple nerves, Andy swung with all his power. Only to see his racket carve the ball into droplets and wash over him.
Its hard to come so close, and still be so far. Almost like victory was simply washed away. So that’s what I saw with this prompt.